Chapter 42: First Trail.(Bonus)
The sound of boots striking stone echoed across the courtyard as Dominic stepped into the training arena. The morning sun had only just begun to rise, painting the horizon in golden fire, but tension already simmered in the air like a coiled serpent.
A crowd had gathered on the elevated terraces, watching with hawk-like eyes. At the front stood Lady Fares, her arms folded elegantly, her obsidian eyes locked on Dominic.
He was shirtless, his body glistening from the early drills, muscle coiled with tension, his mind sharp. Her lust was about to increase but she did well to control it. Acting crazy in front of her subjects was going to be shameful or at least she thought.
Today was not just any test. It was his first trial as the newly appointed General of the Ghost Force.
And it wouldn’t be easy.
Twenty women stood at the opposite end of the arena, each armed and armored with precision. They wore the signature black and silver of the Ghosts—tight-fitting combat suits designed for mobility and defense, accented with shadow-threaded capes. Their boobs were exposed vividly through the tight fitting robes she wore. Their asses were as large as hell and he was beginning to get hard already.
Their faces were striking—each one beautiful in her own way. But Dominic knew better than to be swayed. These women were warriors first. Beauty was the armor they wore just as much as their blades.
A commander stepped forward, her long silver braid trailing behind her. Her eyes—icy blue—met Dominic’s with no fear. "We are the Ghost Blades," she said. "Your first trial is simple. Survive." Dominic nodded lightly.
The soldiers raised their weapons. Some held twin daggers, others curved sabers or short spears. Magic hummed faintly in the air—shadow enchantments infused in their gear.
The bell rang.
They moved.