Alex stood at the edge of the training grounds, his sharp eyes following the warriors as they sparred. The clang of steel against steel and the grunts of exertion filled the crisp morning air. He folded his arms, observing their movements, when a low voice interrupted his thoughts.

“They’re sloppy.”

Alex stiffened, turning his head to find Kael standing beside him, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His expression was unreadable, but his tone carried a hint of amusement.

“Excuse me?” Alex said, his tone sharp.

Kael nodded toward the warriors. “Their form is rigid, predictable. They’ve been taught well, but they’re not thinking like fighters—they’re thinking like students...