Chapter 117: Wolves in the False Forest
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A/N: I uploaded this chapter at the wrong time, sorry for the inconvenience.
Arios stood in the empty training yard, the faint hum of mana in the air the only sound breaking the stillness. The setting sun cast long, distorted shadows across the cobblestones, and the air was growing cool, carrying with it the promise of evening. Instructor Garron faced him from across the square, his expression unreadable, though the tightness around his mouth betrayed that something was being carefully hidden.
Garron's posture was rigid, his hands clasped behind his back, a man trying to project an air of authority while feeling anything but. Arios didn't move. He simply stood with his wooden sword resting at his side, watching, waiting. His stance was relaxed, his breathing even, the picture of a man utterly at ease.
"Do you know why I asked you here?" Garron said finally, his voice flat, almost mechanical, as if reading from a prepared script.
