The morning sun had barely begun to rise over Blackthorne Villa, casting long shadows through the high windows of the training hall. The air was sharp with the bite of early dawn, but the room was already pulsing with movement—
Damien was training.
He moved like a shadow across the reinforced flooring, every step more precise than the last. No wasted motion. No stumbles. The results of a week-long assault on his agility were finally beginning to show.
His footwork, once heavy and inefficient, now flowed like water, light and fast. The training he had gritted through—sprints, ladder drills, underwater balance movements, high-resistance footwork patterns—had honed his coordination into something sharp. Deadly.
And the system had finally acknowledged it.
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[STATUS] [Synchronization: Complete]
▶ Name: Damien Elford
▶ Age: 17
▶ Level: 3
▶ SP: 945
