The next day, it was Kael’s turn. The sun hung high overhead as the siblings faced each other in the courtyard. Kael carried a heavy broadsword, its weight seemingly effortless in his grip.

“You’ve shown you can handle Selene’s speed,” Kael said, his voice calm. “But let’s see how you fare against raw power.”

Damien nodded, his grip on Ebonfang tightening. “I’m ready.”

The match began with Kael launching a heavy downward swing, the sheer force of it causing a shockwave that kicked up dust. Damien sidestepped, countering with a swift slash aimed at Kael’s side. Kael blocked with ease, using his superior strength to push Damien back.

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Kael pressed his advantage, each of his strikes coming down like a hammer. Damien quickly realized that blocking head-on would only tire him out. Instead, he focused on evasion, using his agility to weave around Kael’s attacks.

“You’re quick,” Kael admitted, his strikes unrelenting. “But let’s see how long you can keep it up.”

Damien waited for an opening, his focus sharp. When Kael overextended slightly on a powerful swing, Damien seized the opportunity, delivering a precise thrust that forced Kael to stagger back.

The crowd murmured in surprise, but Kael only smiled. “Not bad.”

The fight continued, both brothers pushing each other to their limits. Damien used every trick he’d learned in the forest, while Kael relied on his experience and brute strength. The match ended in another draw, both combatants landing decisive blows at the same time.

Kael clapped Damien on the back, his respect clear. “You’ve come a long way,” he said. “The Academy won’t know what hit them.”