The morning sun cast long shadows across the training yard as Klaus observed his team executing the Lion's Roar Formation for the fifth time that day. Their movements had become fluid, their auras merging with a synchronicity that would have seemed impossible mere weeks ago. The spectral lion's claw manifested with growing stability, its translucent form now maintaining coherence for nearly fifteen seconds before dissolving.
Progress, but not perfection.
"Again," Klaus commanded, his voice calm but unyielding.
Juron exhaled sharply, sweat beading on his forehead. "We've been at this since dawn."
"And we'll continue until nightfall if necessary," Klaus replied, crossing his arms. "Team 13 won't wait for us to be ready."
The squad exchanged glances but moved back into position without protest. They had come to understand that Klaus's methods, though demanding, yielded results. Their rapid rise through White Lion's ranks was testament enough to that.
