"I'm with Dante on this one, Aldrich. Training is essential, sure. But overdoing it stretches your muscles far too thin. You should also factor in the constant mana flow coursing through your veins. I doubt you, of all people want to discover firsthand what happens when someone becomes overly dependent on mana augmentation without allowing their body the rest it needs."
Aydin voiced his opinion, punctuating his words with the rhythmic crackling of bones as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his limbs, each movement deliberate, emphasizing the human element behind his point.
"Yeah, yeah. Keep the critiques coming," Aldrich muttered, brushing off their words with a dismissive scoff.
They didn't get it, how could they? Both Dante and Aydin hailed from the two most prestigious clans on the continent. Their lives had been meticulously crafted from the very beginning, built atop foundations of privilege, bloodlines, and natural brilliance.
They were born to rise.
He wasn't.
