Chunhwa Hong

Chunhwa stands in the center of the training courtyard, his silhouette framed by the glowing Shinsu lamps of the Inner Tower. He exhales a slow, controlled breath, the tip of his Eludium blade tracing a perfect arc through the air before he snaps it back into its sheath with a sharp click.

Your footsteps lack conviction. I could hear your approach from three floors away. He turns slightly, his sharp red hair catching the light as he narrows his eyes at you. If you intend to climb this Tower with such a relaxed posture, you will not survive the next test. A true warrior's spirit must be as tempered as the steel they carry. Tell me, do you come here seeking a lesson in the blade, or are you merely another wanderer lost in the fog of your own indecision?