The Ancient Ruin Awaits

As Danial struggled to stand, the ache in his body palpable, Master Eamon materialized in front of him with an unsettling speed. Before Danial could fully grasp the situation, Master Eamon delivered a swift punch, muttering, "Taking way too long to recover."

Instinctively, Danial rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow. As he looked back at the spot where Master Eamon's punch landed, a sense of awe and trepidation gripped him. The ground bore the impact like a scar, a visible crater surrounded by ominous cracks that seemed to stretch out like fractured veins.

A shiver ran down Danial's spine as the realization struck him—Master Eamon wasn't merely testing him; he was unleashing power that bordered on lethal force.

At that moment, a chilling thought raced through Danial's mind: "Master Eamon is not trying to test me; he's trying to kill me."

Despite his injuries and the overwhelming odds stacked against him, Danial refused to yield to despair. With a grim determination,