Adele Vs Azgoth

I focused my mana, channelling it into the blades of the daggers as I had done many times before.

The energy coursed through the metal, imbuing it with a faint, ethereal glow.

Azgoth watched closely, his expression unreadable as he observed my technique.

When I finished, I held the daggers out before me, the mana-infused blades shimmering in the light.

Azgoth nodded in approval, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Not bad. You have a good grasp of mana control."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his words.

After all, Azgoth was known for his strict standards and high expectations.

To earn his praise was no small feat.

But before I could dwell on it further, Azgoth's expression grew serious once again.

"Now, Attack me with that."

"What?"

"Don't you hear me? Attack me."

"But..."

Azgoth spoke while pointing his sword at me.