Chapter 85 The Fire Globe

• The following morning, the day began as usual: Adorus and Orion clashed in the arena, locked in one-on-one combat. Yet today, there was a notable change.
• Adorus was taken aback by how much Orion and Silas had improved. Their creativity shone through as they wove an elegant fighting style, interchanging forms, shifting to and fro to disorient their opponent. Silas moved with grace that demanded attention, like water, fluid as the Silver River, yet carried a presence as commanding and unyielding as the full moon’s gaze in a clear sky. Even so, it was not enough to make Adorus abandon his mortal guise.
• Orion, too, fought with newfound confidence. His body seemed to move on its own, as though guided by an ancient, hidden memory etched into his very bones. He closed his eyes, focusing on Alinta, on the pain and torment she had endured.