Arawn stood near the training field breathing heavily as he observed the knights practising under the soft morning sunlight. The sound of clashing swords and grunts filled the air breaking the calmness of the dawn sky. Sweat dripped down his body, his muscles, from days of training. Despite his agility and precision in combat, a lingering sense of self-doubt lingered within him.
He dedicated himself fully to training pushing his limits with each practice session. Every bruise and cut served as a reminder of what he had yet to achieve. Yet no matter how hard he worked a mysterious power, within him remained elusive yet familiar. The Emperor's words resonated in his thoughts emphasizing that true strength went beyond abilities; there was an unseen force waiting to be harnessed.
The feeling of inadequacy weighed heavily on him during the hours of the night.