atched the spectacle with keen interest. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and approval as he observed Jade
ion. "Jade Ryan," he began, his voice resonating with authority and respect, "your skills in combat are truly exceptional. I woul
a renowned warrior. With a nod of determination, he accepted the challenge, his eyes alight w
's movements were fluid and precise, his strikes landing with unerring accuracy as he met the head of the combat class blow for
lity and quick thinking allowing him to anticipate and counter his opponent's every move. The match was a testamen
e and respect to Jade. "Well fought, young warrior," he said, his voice tinged with admiration. "Your skills are truly remarkable,
ough he didn't exactly use all his strength during the battle, Jade was a promi
dn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Jade. As they walked away from the training grou
of the combat class like that before. Your skills are truly unmatched, and your determination is inspiring. You have the po
friend would be an expert bootlicker, he came from the family
sappointment at Kieran's lack of recognition for his own heritage and skills. As they approached the grand hall, whe
ferent classes and backgrounds filled the room, their eyes alight with the thrill of camaraderie and competiti
the combat class began to address the gathered warriors, Jade's thoughts drifted back to Kieran's words. He cou
, breaking the tension that hung heavy in the air. His words were like a thunderclap, announcing the de
who had stood by his side in training and battle, struck a deep chord within him. Memories of shared victorie
er of the fragility of life and the dangers that they faced as warriors. The room was filled with a
emory of his fallen comrade fueled his resolve to honor their sacrifice, to carry on their legacy w
th, offering silent support and understanding in the face of their shared grief. Kieran, whose words of praise had struck a ne
termination began to take hold. They vowed to honor the memory of their fallen comrade,