Auralis I, Crescent Starfall
Returning to his residence, Nash met with the twelve talents.
"What do we do now, Captain Noir?" one of them asked.
Fully recharged after a week of vacation, they were ready for another marathon of training.
Though they still didn't know the purpose of the relentless sparring, their trust in Nash and their choice to follow him kept their complaints at bay.
Scanning the crowd, who stood with straight postures and an air of obedience, Nash couldn't help but nod.
As he said before, one didn't need a great talent to join him, only obedience.
It seemed his unconventional orders had forged their loyalty and weeded out the rebellious.
"For this final month, you no longer need to spar. Instead, your goal is to reach Void Commander Rank in this last sprint!"
Hearing this, the group erupted in surprise.
Did they hear that correctly? No more sparring?
