21 Winter 511 A.V. – Valorae’s actions have left their mark in the training room. She notices how her strikes have been so precise, so deadly. Each movement is directed at the enemy, and each stroke fueled by some undying energy tainted by the hate underneath the surface. She starts to hone her skill with the sword as fine as she is currently capable.
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