Training

NOVA

I stood a few feet away from Asriel. We were in a spacious hall that he called his private training room. The room had a round set of mattresses that covered most of the floor and a variety of weapons on the stands placed by every wall. I wondered why someone as powerful as Asriel needed to wield any kind of weapon. I bet that his magic could easily neutralize most of his enemies, and his lycan claws and teeth would seal their fate. He didn't need a sword, a bow, or a gun for that. I asked him about it, and he answered that he had to be prepared for any circumstances. I knew that it was possible to block someone's magic, but could anyone block a beast spirit? I doubted it. Yet, his cautiousness meant that he believed that there could always be someone stronger than him, and I found that lack of arrogance admirable.

"Focus, Nova." His firm tone reminded me that we were in the middle of my training. Asriel taught me a new kind of spells. I had never known that magic could be used l