Draw

Days turned into weeks, each one blending into the next. The routine was relentless.

Every morning, Aziz and Marcus woke early for theory classes. 

By midday, they were sparring—training in their chosen Weapon Arts, sharpening their instincts, and refining their forms. 

Then Aziz would spend time with Grandmaster Nox, mastering the fist arts. 

The pattern was unyielding, a constant cycle of learning and fighting, pushing their limits with each passing day.

Yet, with every nightfall, another student disappeared. There was name for the creature prowling at night now. 

Body Snatcher.

Rumors spread like wildfire. Whispers in the hallways claimed the Grandmasters were culling the first years, weeding out the weak under the guise of an unknown killer. Fear settled deep in the bones of the students, an unspoken tension crackling in the air.