Agora Hills

Ludovic watched as Absinth directed her intense words toward Araxina, the shift in her tone not escaping his notice. He admired the way she balanced expectation with a nurture, a blend of harshness and care that shaped them all. Or at least, that was his impression. Her words about composure, practice, and the inevitability of failure imprinted upon the boy, stirring a renewed determination within after his own verbal lashing.
He stood tall, absorbing the full weight of her message. His mismatched eyes reflected a combination of understanding and resolve, a quiet vow to embody the control and focus she demanded. He wanted her to be proud of him. He knew that greatness, survival, and tribulation awaited them, and her words served as a guiding force in his journey toward mastering both his emotions and his formidable strength. She had said so.

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