The training room was stained with signs of blood and remnants of flesh scattered across the platform. The air was thick with the metallic scent of iron, mingling with that of blood after an intense sparring session. In the center of this chaos lay Gaius, sprawled on the ground, his body marred with ghastly injuries. His painful yells echoed in the empty room but no one or nothing came to his aid.
Standing over him was Hidaer, spotless and unblemished, and he observed Gaius with an indifferent expression, his cool demeanor ever-present. There was no hint of empathy in his gaze as he regarded Gaius, who writhed in agony beneath him.