Eldest Prince Vlaran

The recent body strengthening by the black flames, seemed to have a significant effect on him, and he wanted to know the extent of his physical might.

The knights attacked with coordinated precision, their movements a deadly dance of steel and skill.

To any ordinary observer, it would have appeared as an overwhelming display of martial prowess.

But to Jaegar, it might as well have been a practice session with wooden swords.

He moved through their attacks with almost contemptuous ease, his body flowing like water between their blades.

A knight lunged with a thrust that should have been too fast to dodge—Jaegar simply wasn't there when the blade arrived, having shifted his weight a fraction of a second earlier.

Two more attacked from opposite sides, their timing perfect, leaving no apparent escape route.

Jaegar dropped and spun, his leg sweeping out to take both knights off their feet in a single fluid motion.