Hellish training

After the night A'malther had, he needed few hours of the early morning, staying with A'habbat in bed. After few hours, and after breakfast, he went to train on the gym inside his voidful domain, wanting to also check on how Able was training, and how it was going in progress.

A'malther: "Greetings, my dear warrior. Are you feeling correctly in this current situation? I do desire to inspect and observe your progress, may you be able to give me a sparking match?"

Able, standing shirtless in the middle of the massive, otherworldly gym, wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to A'malther with a fierce, eager grin. The room was unlike any mortal training facility—it was an endless expanse of shimmering, adaptive terrain, capable of shifting into any battlefield imaginable. The air thrummed with raw energy, and training dummies composed of pure energy floated nearby, partially obliterated from Able's relentless assault.

Able: "A sparring match with you? I would not refuse such an honor, my lord. If you truly wish to test my progress, then I will give it my all!"

A'malther nodded, his skeletal refined armor glowing faintly as he stepped forward, removing his gauntlets and placing them to the side. He gestured with one hand, and the terrain beneath them shifted, morphing into a rocky desert-like battlefield, with jagged cliffs and swirling winds of golden dust. 

A'malther: "Very well, my warrior. Show me the strength and precision that define you. I do not seek blind power—I seek the balance between ferocity and control."

Able cracked his neck, his blades materializing in his hands, glowing faintly with the energy that coursed through his body since his upgrade in the Divinity Refiner. The two faced each other, the atmosphere growing heavy with anticipation. 

The spar began with a thunderous clash. Able charged forward with blistering speed, his dual blades striking with a precision honed by countless battles. A'malther met him with an almost casual grace, his movements fluid yet calculated. His skeletal armor absorbed and deflected each blow, while his counters were deliberate, testing Able's defenses without overwhelming him. 

As the battle continued, the intensity grew. Able unleashed a flurry of attacks, his movements a blend of brute strength and tactical precision, forcing A'malther to step up his counters. A'malther, meanwhile, demonstrated a mastery of his cosmic magic, summoning glowing barriers of energy and hurling shards of light to force Able into adapting mid-fight. Each strike and maneuver resonated with the energy of gods and warriors alike, shaking the gym's adaptive terrain with shockwaves.

At one point, A'malther summoned a field of gravitational energy, pinning Able momentarily. But instead of frustration, Able grinned and broke free with sheer will, his blades igniting with flames that burned brighter than before. 

Able: "You push me, my lord, and for that, I am grateful. But I will not allow myself to be bested easily!"

A'malther: "Good. Harness that resolve. Use it to improve further, and show me you are worthy of the path we tread together."

The sparring match continued for what felt like hours, though time was meaningless in A'malther's voidful domain. Eventually, A'malther raised a hand, signaling the end of the bout. Able lowered his blades, his breathing heavy but his expression triumphant. 

A'malther: "You have improved significantly, my dear warrior. Your strength is undeniable, but your adaptability is what truly sets you apart. With further refinement, you will become a force even the multiverse cannot ignore."

Able bowed his head respectfully, his blades dissipating into sparks of light. 

Able: "It is an honor to fight under your guidance, my lord. I will continue to hone my skills to ensure I am always ready to serve."

A'malther placed a hand on Able's shoulder, his cosmic aura radiating warmth and pride. 

A'malther: "Good. Rest for now and reflect on this match. We have much to prepare for, and I will need your strength at its peak."

With that, A'malther stepped away, the terrain shifting back to its neutral state. He felt a sense of satisfaction not only in Able's progress but also in the bond they were forming as leader and warrior. As he exited the gym, he knew the time was approaching for even greater challenges to test them all.