If Selene’s cultivation class felt like torture—Then Kael’s combat training felt like punishment for crimes they had not committed yet.The thirteen recruits arrived at the combat grounds shortly after midday, still exhausted from the previous session. Most of them had barely recovered from the breathing exercises and posture training forced upon them earlier, especially Eli, who walked like a man whose soul had been separated violently from his body.“I still can’t feel my arms,” he complained while dragging his feet across the stone path.“That’s because Lady Selene corrected you seventeen times,” Lyra replied calmly.“It was not seventeen.”“It was nineteen,” Andrew corrected.Eli looked horrified. “You counted?”“You were distracting.”“I was suffering.”“You were loud.”Eli muttered something under his breath that sounded deeply offensive toward cultivation itself.The combat grounds of Astral Vanguard were located behind the main training halls, separated by high grey walls rei

The atmosphere around the recruits changed after the visit to the armory.Even the way they walked through the halls of Astral Vanguard carried more confidence than before, though most of them tried hiding it behind calm expressions. Weapons had a strange effect on people. Holding one for the first time made a cultivator feel closer to becoming something greater than an ordinary human being. It gave shape to ambition. It made the future feel real.Andrew noticed that immediately the following morning.Ronan had barely separated from his sword since yesterday. The weapon rested against his shoulder as though the two already belonged together, and every few minutes faint sparks of lightning flickered unconsciously around the blade whenever his mood shifted.Lyra moved differently too.Her daggers remained hidden beneath her sleeves, yet Andrew could tell she had practiced drawing them repeatedly through the night. Her movements had become cleaner, lighter, more deliberate.Even Eli look