I had finally arrived at Braveheart Castle with Runa by my side. The palace guards escorted us to the training hall designated by King Aslan.
The hall was located on the lower floor of the castle—a vast, fortified chamber specifically built for intense combat training, capable of withstanding magical and physical impact from within.
King Aslan and Amelia had already entered the room ahead of us.
From inside, I could hear the clashing of weapons—sharp, heavy, and intense.
BAM!!
A thunderous lion's roar echoed right after.
Looks like they're fired up.
I pushed the door open and saw King Aslan sparring with Amelia. He wielded his sword in his right hand while divine magic pulsed from his prosthetic left arm.
Behind him stood his summoned familiar—a majestic white-gold lion with radiant wings, its eyes glowing with holy fire. The air shimmered with divine light. The creature was terrifying… but also magnificent.
