Imperial Capital: The Holy City of Solmarion, Imperial Palace
In the vast training gardens of the Imperial Palace, a young figure moved like the eye of a storm. His golden blond hair, slick with sweat, was pulled back in a ponytail.
Despite the exertion, his blue eyes, gleaming with power and nobility, scanned his surroundings.
The gold inlaid spear in his hand danced at a lethal speed, harmonious with the glint of the sun.
He was fourteen, perhaps fifteen, yet he fought like a seasoned warrior.
He deftly parried a whizzing arrow by spinning the shaft of his spear. Simultaneously, he blocked a cunning sword strike from behind with the butt of the weapon.
Without losing his footing, he rotated the spear and wounded an armored soldier attacking from another side, striking his shoulder.
Spotting a fireball materializing in the air, he slammed the tip of his spear into the ground, instantly conjuring a shield of bright golden flames to neutralize the spell.
