Third Person POv
The session continued until the sun was high in the sky, casting long shadows across the field. Vaden finally called for a break, allowing the exhausted guards to catch their breath.
While they rested, Vaden stayed on the field, his own energy far from depleted. He practiced a series of high kicks, his movements swift and precise. Each strike was aimed at an invisible opponent, his mind replaying past battles and potential threats.
Despite the intense focus, his thoughts began to wander. He pictured Sofia, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the morning sun. He remembered the way her lips curved into a smile, the warmth of her touch, and the way her laughter seemed to chase away the weight of the world.
The training grounds suddenly felt empty without her pr
