Weapon Training

Anthony stepped into the sanctum of his home within the divine realm, the air rich with the steady hum of power that resonated through every surface.

It was a familiar, serene atmosphere, a stark contrast to the chaotic nature of the outside world.

The divine realm, his own pocket of existence, had always served as a sanctuary, a place where time moved differently and where he could focus his efforts without distraction.

It was here, away from prying eyes, that he would unlock the next stage of his potential.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the cool, ethereal essence of his surroundings.

The weight of the moment did not escape him; his body exhaled, and with it, a wave of tension evaporated from his frame.

Though his exterior reflected calm, there was much churning beneath the surface.