The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Ambrose estate as Grim sat in the study. The shadows were begining to expand as night drew closer. His body still ached from yesterday's exertion, the mana depletion leaving him weaker than he cared to admit. Chen Xing was nearby, making sure he didn't go overboard.
The study itself was a testament to the Ambrose family legacy. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes on swordsmanship and mana theory. Above the marble fireplace hung a large portrait of Caius Van Ambrose in his prime.A tall, imposing figure with piercing eyes. His hand rested on a silver sword that could only be Luna. Smaller portraits were around the large portrait. Showing Caius in various settings: addressing troops, in formal court attire, and one showing him training a young man who must have been Grim's grandfather.
