@terminalsavior | ❤
{ They had sparred for what had seemed like hours, and yet the lingering ghost of his ancestor had not tired. In the meanwhile, Link was panting, gasping for air while a rush of sweat sought to coat the whole of his body; not even the Ether could take away exhaustion entirely, or its ill effects. He parried a blow, deflected his sparring partner's blade, flipped backwards -- sunk his own sword into the mists and leaned heavily on it, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him. Surely, this was enough. They had long since passed the border between training and cruelty. }
“I thought -- that the dead -- were supposed to rest. Not torture -- their descendants with hours of sparring.”
