"DAAAMNNNN!"
"Next time we meet,I will kill you."
The practice chamber raged like a battlefield.
Blades of wind slashed through the air, crashing into the walls with booming intensity. Dust and stone fragments scattered as storm-like bursts of sword energy erupted from the center. Each strike was violent—raw, desperate, and filled with wrath.
Amidst the chaos stood Adele—her golden eyes burning like twin suns, her raven-black hair soaked in sweat and whipping wildly in the turbulent wind she herself had conjured. Her cloak had long since been shredded, and the floor beneath her feet was riddled with deep gashes and smoking cracks.
"DAAAMNNNN!"
A piercing roar tore from her throat as she swung her sword again, unleashing a crescent arc that split through the reinforced ceiling tile like paper.
"This isn't enough!" she screamed. Her breathing was ragged, her limbs trembling.
"More... I need more power... Power to reach S rank!"
