Aziz barely had time to think.
Instinctively, his body responded to the imminent danger. As if every cell, every fiber of his muscles had memorized what to do in moments like that, his posture adjusted, his breathing regulated, and his senses sharpened. Everything happened in a fraction of a second, like an ancestral mechanism carefully molded over the years, ready to activate at the exact moment of threat.
His feet planted firmly on the ground, like roots embedded in stone. His eyes became sharp and focused, catching even the slightest movement in the air. His arms moved with absolute precision, wielding the sword as a natural extension of his own being.
The test had begun.
