The next morning arrived, and Aleron's day unfolded following the same routine as before.
During the night, he and the two dragons had shared laughter and exchanged stories, slipping in occasional battle tips and observations they had made.
The bond between them felt almost familial. Although Aleron regarded them like his own children, he never underestimated their insight. On the contrary, he valued it greatly.
This was because he had noticed that by applying the ideas they offered, his mastery over the metal control technique became far more fluid, as if his movements were guided by instinct rather than conscious thought.
There was, however, another strange occurrence during that period.
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After devouring abominations for a while, this strange message had suddenly appeared before his eyes one night.
