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2024-10-29 19:42:56Adrian’s muscles burned with exertion as he sparred against an unseen force. Lydia’s voice echoed through the misty training grounds, her instructions veiled and enigmatic.
“Focus on the intent, not just the movement,” she urged, her tone calm yet demanding.
Adrian's brows furrowed in frustration. He lashed out again, his strikes precise but lacking the ethereal finesse Lydia sought. Emma watched from a distance, her eyes filled with concern.
“You're holding back,” Lydia stated, stepping closer. “Why?”
Adrian’s jaw clenched. “I don’t trust you,” he replied bluntly.
Lydia’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. “Trust isn’t required for mastery,” she said, her voice low. “Only commitment.”
Adrian scoffed, lowering his hands. “Easy for you to say. You’re the one with all the secrets.”
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