Jared paced slowly through the grand hall, and with every step, another spark of understanding flashed across his mind. His Nine Shadows sword technique kept rising in his heart, subtly tinged now with the lingering grace of the guardian's movements.
Outside, cold moonlight spilled over the mountain forest, the sky had already sunk into night.
"Damn it, why isn't that kid Jared out yet? Don't tell me something went wrong in there..." Flaxseed rubbed his pointed goatee in agitation, pacing beneath the trees while the charms pouch at his waist clinked with every fretful stride.
"Mr. Flaxseed, please calm down. Jared is favored by destiny itself, nothing truly harmful could happen to him." Jemima stood in a flowing teal robe, a faint worry furrowing her brow, yet her posture remained as composed as ever.
Jhaelyn tightened her grip on the sword in her hand.
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