[Ray's POV]
{I don't know anything else, but you really are a monster, huh. Never in my entire existence have I seen someone quite like you. Not once in all my memories.}
Aetheris, the divine sword, spoke with that familiar tone—half impressed and half mocking, like it still couldn't fully believe the kind of person it had ended up with.
Ray didn't respond. He kept his focus on the blade in his hands, his breathing steady but slightly heavy, as he continued moving through the motions of his sword art.
His feet slid across the ground in precise, trained steps, and each swing of his sword followed a silent rhythm.
He was blending sword techniques with movement arts, pushing his body to adapt and react as one seamless unit. Each repetition felt like it carved a little more desperation out of his bones and replaced it with steel.
