Strengthening the Mind

Riven and Nyx clashed relentlessly, their movements a blur of steel and abyssal fire. Each strike was met with equal ferocity, neither holding back, neither yielding. The chamber echoed with the sharp crackle of flames and the sharp clang of steel meeting unnatural heat.

By the time they finally staggered apart, their bodies bore the marks of battle—bruises forming beneath torn clothing, shallow cuts tracing lines of red against pale skin.

But Riven's breathing had steadied. The storm that had surged within him, the quiet rage that had threatened to consume him, was finally satiated.

If only for now.

Riven exhaled, flexing his fingers as the last embers of abyssal fire flickered and faded from his fingertips. The echoes of the battle still lingered in the air—Nyx's sharp breaths, the heat of their exchange, the faint scent of scorched stone.