Lucien sat cross-legged on the cushioned floor of the training lounge, his back straight as he held the book Knight Rex had handed him. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams, detailed explanations, and precise annotations on the basics of aura—its generation, control, and projection. The content was dense, far more elaborate than what Lucien had seen in the Velebrandt library, and the overwhelming technical language made him feel a bit out of his depth.
Knight Rex, standing at the front of the room, watched Lucien as he flipped through the pages. His piercing gaze never wavered, always sharp, always calculating. For someone like Lucien, who had grown accustomed to learning through practice and sparring, the dense academic nature of the material felt like a wall to climb.
"Do you understand so far?" Rex's voice broke the silence, low and steady.
