Kael walked quickly down the corridor, his steps heavy as if each one carried the weight of a world on fire. He didn't look sideways, nor did he look at the students who watched him with fear and respect. He was in a state of internal turmoil, emotions crashing inside him like waves against rocks. His heart was still beating fast, his mind tormented by the feeling of helplessness that had consumed him since the attack on the girl. The weight of that fight, the anger burning inside him, the feeling that nothing made a difference. Nothing was enough.
Nothing!
He entered the training room, slamming the door shut, the sound of the impact reverberating throughout the room. The air was cold, the room empty except for the combat equipment and Kael's sword, which was resting on a stand to the side.
He gripped it tightly, wielding it with sweaty, trembling hands. The cold metal did nothing to calm him down. His frustration grew with every breath.
