Alaric

I dodge a low-hanging branch, my feet finding purchase on the uneven forest floor. The training session demands everything of me—precision, agility, and strategy. I weave through the trees, setting traps with an efficiency borne from centuries of practice. Each snare, each pitfall, is a testament to a mind that has outmaneuvered countless adversaries.

As I pivot, throwing a punch into thin air, I imagine a foe before me. My fist slices through the space where their jaw ...