For a while we felt like nothing happened as we stood there on the wide outdoor terrace of the grand mansion, our bodies completely still under the bright morning sun. The expectation of some immediate transformation or subsequent command from Sir Vael lingered heavily in the quiet air, yet the surrounding environment remained entirely unchanged. The cool morning breeze continued to brush past the stone railings, and the long shadows cast across the smooth floorboards did not shift or alter in the slightest degree. Celdrich, Tokine, Euphyne, Aria, and I kept our eyes locked onto Sir Vael, waiting for a sign, but the initial moments passed in a strange, heavy silence where absolutely nothing materialized in the physical space around us. It was a peculiar sensation of total stillness, where our newly amplified internal systems were vibrating with immense readiness, yet the outer world remained perfectly ordinary and undisturbed. We maintained our unified stance, our breathing steady and deep as the seconds ticked away without any visible indication of what our mentor planned to execute next. The grand mansion behind us stood as a silent backdrop to this prolonged pause, the entire estate frozen in a state of quiet suspension while we adjusted to the steady baseline of our current physical condition. For a while we felt like nothing happened, the tranquility of the morning courtyard extending far into the surrounding valleys as we stood completely rooted to our positions, fully prepared for an action that seemed temporarily delayed. The absolute quiet of the terrace made our own heartbeats sound loud in our ears, a steady rhythmic thumping that measured the passage of these uneventful moments. We did not speak or lower our guards, maintaining an absolute focus on the unmoving form of the master who stood framed by the bright sunlight. The world around us felt completely solid and immutable, with no indication that any further magical manipulation was about to take place within the boundaries of the training grounds.
Suddenly sir vael snapped his fingers, breaking the lengthy silence with a sharp, echoing crack that resonated violently against the grand stone walls of the courtyard. The exact microsecond the sound traveled through the air, the entire reality of the mansion's terrace vanished instantly from our perception as a profound spatial shift took hold of our physical frames. Suddenly he teleported us to his pure light infinite dimension, removing us entirely from the physical coordinates of the earthly estate in a fraction of a single millisecond. The transition was completely instantaneous and absolute, leaving no time for our minds to process the sudden relocation as we found ourselves standing within an entirely new realm of existence. This pure light infinite dimension was an endless, boundless expanse composed entirely of a brilliant, translucent white illumination that stretched out infinitely in every single direction without a single boundary, wall, ceiling, or floorboard to define the space. There was no horizon to mark the division between earth and sky, nor were there any shadows or dark spots to interrupt the uniform, pristine radiance that filled the entire cosmos. We stood suspended within this infinite sea of pure light, our boots resting on an invisible, solid foundation that allowed us to maintain our balance perfectly despite the absolute absence of any physical landmarks. The light was incredibly bright yet entirely harmless to our eyes, illuminating our forms with a perfect, even clarity that made every line of our clothing and weapons stand out with absolute vividness. The atmosphere inside this boundless realm was perfectly still and completely silent, devoid of any wind or ambient sound, creating a profound isolation that focused our senses entirely on our immediate surroundings.
Sir Vael stood directly ahead of our group within the endless expanse of radiance, his posture perfectly composed and his expression entirely serious as he surveyed our reaction to the sudden teleportation. Without pausing for a single moment, he extended his hands outward into the empty space, and he summoned 3 identical clones of all of us right before our eyes. Out of the pure white light of the infinite dimension, fifteen distinct figures materialized instantly, solidifying into perfect physical copies of Celdrich, Tokine, Euphyne, Aria, and myself. These 3 identical clones of all of us were completely indistinguishable from our true forms, possessing the exact same facial features, hair colors, clothing, and weapons that we currently carried into the realm. They stood in perfect, silent alignment opposite our positions, their expressions entirely vacant yet their physical stances perfectly mirroring our own defensive arrays with an absolute accuracy. I looked across at the three perfect duplicates of myself, each one holding an identical sword and standing with the exact same physical posture, ready to engage in immediate combat. Next to me, Euphyne's three identical clones stood with their blonde hair catching the uniform radiance of the dimension, each one gripping a massive, one-sided war axe that looked exactly like the weapon resting in the hands of the true Euphyne. The presence of these fifteen perfect duplicates completely filled the immediate space within the infinite light, transforming the boundless void into a massive, multi-layered training arena where every single one of us was faced with an exact triplication of our own martial capabilities. The duplicates did not move or breathe, remaining entirely motionless like statues carved from the surrounding light until the command to begin the exercise would be given.
Sir Vael looked at our assembled group and the newly summoned duplicates with an absolute, steady composure, his voice carrying a deep, resonant tone that cut clearly through the uniform silence of the infinite realm. He adjusted his stance slightly, his presence remaining entirely dominant within the boundless sea of radiance as he delivered his specific instructions regarding the environmental parameters of this spatial sanctuary. He addressed us directly, and he said that time here is slowed down for outside, revealing the strategic purpose behind our sudden relocation to this pure light infinite dimension. The grammar of his declaration was perfectly clear, explaining that the passage of time within this boundless space operated at a highly altered rate compared to the physical world we had left behind, allowing us to spend an immense amount of duration inside the light while only a single fraction of a second would pass in the reality of the grand mansion. This temporal distortion provided us with the perfect opportunity to undergo an exceptionally lengthy and uninterrupted training session without losing any valuable moments in the outside world as the threat of the coming war loomed over us. Celdrich, Tokine, Euphyne, Aria, and I absorbed his words with absolute focus, our minds fully understanding that we had been granted an unlimited window to refine our newly amplified physical capabilities against the perfect duplicates standing before us. The three identical clones of each warrior remained completely motionless, waiting for the signal to initiate the training as Sir Vael's voice faded back into the absolute silence of the endless light.
The training commenced immediately as the fifteen perfect duplicates moved simultaneously, launching themselves forward into a furious and unbroken sequence of physical combat within the infinite dimension of pure light. And we trained there for hours and hours, the sound of clashing steel and heavy impacts instantly shattering the uniform tranquility of the boundless white expanse. I found myself immediately engaged with my 3 identical clones, all three of them rushing toward my position from different angles with an absolute velocity that perfectly matched my own newly amplified physical speed. The first clone swung its sword in a rapid, diagonal trajectory aimed directly at my shoulder, while the second duplicate executed a low sweeping cut designed to disrupt my footing on the invisible floor. Utilizing the extreme boost that still vibrated powerfully within my muscles, I twisted my torso at a sharp angle to avoid the first strike and brought my own blade down in a heavy parry to intercept the second weapon. The impact of our swords created a loud, resonant clang that echoed grandly through the infinite space, the physical force of the collision pushing both of us back by several feet across the invisible ground. Before I could even reset my stance, the third identical clone materialized directly behind me, driving its weapon forward in a precise thrust aimed at my exposed ribs. My survival reflexes fired automatically, guiding my body to execute a rapid spin that allowed the sharp steel to glide harmlessly past my clothes, the wind of the missed attack whistling loudly in my ears as I swung my sword back to launch a powerful counterattack against the duplicate.
The combat with my three duplicates grew intensely fierce as the hours began to accumulate within the pure light infinite dimension, every single exchange demanding the absolute maximum of my physical endurance and tactical focus. We kept clashing over and over again without a single moment of rest, our swords moving in a continuous blur of silver light that stood out brilliantly against the uniform white backdrop of the endless realm. Every time my blade met the steel of my clones, the physical shockwave traveled up my arms, testing the reinforced density of my muscles and the unyielding stability of my stance. Because the clones possessed the exact same physical capabilities and reflexes as my true self, every single offensive combination I attempted was perfectly anticipated and countered with an absolute precision. I threw a rapid series of four consecutive slashes, changing the trajectory of my weapon from a high overhead smash to a low lateral cut within a fraction of a second, yet the clones coordinated their defenses flawlessly to block and parry every single blow. When one of their counter-strikes managed to graze my arm, leaving a shallow cut across my sleeve, the newly granted regenerative ability responded instantly, knitting the tissue back together within a matter of seconds and completely erasing the damage before any exhaustion could take hold of my frame. We continued to trade heavy blows in a non-stop cycle of attack and evasion, our movements creating a continuous rhythm of combat that showed absolutely no signs of slowing down as the training progressed through its opening hours.
A short distance away within the boundless expanse of radiance, Euphyne was fully engaged in his own intense battle against his 3 identical clones, his distinct personality and combat style completely dominating his section of the infinite dimension. Euphyne was a guy with high ego but respectful, and his brilliant blonde hair caught the uniform light of the realm as he moved with a grand, theatrical confidence that perfectly reflected his immense pride in his own martial skills. He wielded a massive, one-sided war axe, a terrifying weapon with a single, highly polished crescent blade that he handled with an incredible display of physical strength and leverage. Despite his high ego causing him to smirk as he faced his perfect duplicates, he maintained a deeply respectful demeanor toward the training structure and Sir Vael's instructions, executing his movements with an absolute discipline that showed his complete commitment to the exercise. Time to see if these cheap imitations can match my unmatched talent, Euphyne shouted with a booming, arrogant laugh, his high ego flaring brightly as he swung his one-sided war axe in a massive horizontal circle that forced all three of his clones to leap backward simultaneously. The heavy crescent blade cut through the pure white space with a terrifying velocity, creating a loud rushing wind that rippled across the invisible floorboards of the infinite dimension. His blonde hair whipped around his face as he reset his stance, his eyes shining with absolute confidence as he rushed forward to press his offensive advantage against the three identical duplicates who were already recovering their footing within the light.
The three identical clones of Euphyne recovered instantly, their own blonde hair shifting smoothly as they lifted their matching one-sided war axes to engage the true warrior in a massive collision of heavy steel. The duplicates moved with perfect coordination, two of them executing a synchronized downward smash while the third clone lunged forward with a low sweeping strike aimed at Euphyne's legs. True to his respectful yet highly egotistical nature, Euphyne did not retreat a single inch; instead, he planted his boots firmly onto the invisible foundation and lifted his one-sided war axe horizontally to receive the crushing weight of the dual downward blows. The impact of the three heavy axes colliding created a deafening, metallic roar that vibrated powerfully through the infinite dimension, the physical force of the block testing the extreme boost within Euphyne's arms to its absolute limit. He gritted his teeth, his high ego refusing to let him buckle under the combined strength of his own duplicates as he expertly redirected their momentum with a sudden, powerful twist of his wrists. With a grand, sweeping motion, he broke the weapon lock and drove the sharp edge of his one-sided war axe into the side of the third clone, the heavy impact sending the duplicate skidding across the invisible ground through the pure white light. You can copy my axe, but you can never copy my greatness, Euphyne proclaimed loudly, his blonde hair catching the brilliant radiance as he spun his axe into a vertical guard, completely ready to continue the grueling encounter for hours and hours without showing a single hint of exhaustion or doubt.
Meanwhile, Celdrich, Tokine, and Aria were locked in their own relentless duels against their respective triplications, their weapons creating a continuous wall of sound that blended with the rest of the ongoing battles. Celdrich's long katana moved in a silent, precise rhythm that completely neutralized his clones' predicted counterattacks before they could manifest in real time, his future sight matching theirs perfectly. Aria utilized her newly granted ability to regenerate to stay completely free from the physical toll of the prolonged engagement, her tissue repairing itself instantly whenever a duplicate's blade broke through her defense. We kept clashing over and over again, our weapons creating a continuous blur of movement that stood out with perfect clarity against the uniform backdrop of the pure light infinite dimension. The training showed absolutely no signs of drawing to a close or ending yet, the fifteen perfect clones resetting their defensive stances instantly after every single exchange and rushing back into the center of the training circle with an absolute, unyielding determination to test our limits. We met their continuous assaults with an equal measure of raw strength and focused intent, our boots tracking invisible lines through the boundless sea of light as the grueling training session carried forward into the endless duration of the spatial sanctuary, training there for hours and hours without a single break.