Volgograd (19)

The night was deep, stars scattered across the sky, and a bright full moon hung high above the Gurbane Wilderness. Its cool silver glow spilled over the land, as though draping this uninhabited wilderness in a thin veil.

Ang and Dana walked side by side through the night wind, one towering and mighty as an iron tower, the other lean and sharp as a blade.

Beneath their feet lay dry grassland mixed with gravel, while the air still carried the bloody scent of the day's slaughter.

"Have you adapted to it in such a short time?" Ang asked, turning his head.

Dana grinned, his deep voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Not completely, but when we spar later, I think I'll get the hang of this power faster."

Ang nodded slightly.

Before long, the two arrived at a clearing surrounded by rocks and shrubs. The surroundings were open and empty, with no sign of people or beasts. It was suitable for a battle between opponents of their level.

Ang summoned the Magic Broom and took Dana into the air, landing lightly on the flat ground.

The wilderness was silent, save for the low whisper of wind through the grass. Under the moonlight, their shadows stretched long and far.

"I'll remove the seal on you first." Ang extended a finger and softly chanted an ancient spell as magic power slowly flowed into Dana's body.

The instant the seal was lifted, it was like a beast breaking free from its cage.

Centered on Dana, a primitive and savage aura burst forth, spreading outward like a tidal wave.

The grass on the ground was immediately pressed flat by the shockwave, and even the air gave off a faint tremor.

Ang nodded. "Not bad. Your Momentum is steadier than it was during the day."