The day had come to an end, the scorching sun had given its place to the moon.
In the training grounds, Daniel held the sword The Heavens Honor in his hand, performing a series of particular movements. These movements weren't battle techniques but looked more like some kind of dance.
Fino sat on the branch of a tree, watching his father from afar.
Daniel's sword moved as if it was dancing within the moonlight, becoming an extension of his very existence. Each swing and each step was a dance of power. His movements carved a distinct image into his element.
With every twist and turn, Daniel felt the rhythm of the world itself, the wind blowing past his ears. From a distance, anyone watching would think he was fighting invisible enemies. His senses sharpened, his heart beat in rhythm with the symphony's flow.
As the moonlight grew brighter, his dance reached its peak. With one final, uplifting flourish, he ended his performance.
