Annie’s Suspicions

Damian walked slowly down the torch-lit hallway toward his private quarters, his leather boots sinking into the thick carpet with silent steps.

His mind was in a complete, chaotic swirl of profound revelation.

The words spoken by the Lord Viscount inside the sealed training hall had struck at the absolute core of his martial soul.

Every single detail Craig had laid out regarding the sword path was still burning with crystal clarity in his mind.

Damian paused outside his chamber door, reflecting back on his grueling journey over the past several years.

Now that he had the conceptual blueprint, he realized with a chill that every single time he had leveled up or progressed by a stage, it had occurred in exact accordance with Craig's explanation.

He had realized his physical constraints as a young Sword Apprentice, he had painstakingly understood those limitations through blood and sweat, and finally, he had shattered them.