˙ VALKYRIE

My hand flew forward. The sound of the metal slicing through the air made my chest swell. My grip around the spear is stronger now. Faster. Quicker.

My lips lifted in a small, fulfilling grin when Skye clapped. I threw one last strike to the imaginary opponent. I could hear their painful yells and agonized cries.

“It feels so good to dabble with metals," I chuckled, dropping the spear beside Azira, who just watched me with silent admiration. "And even better if you ...