The Runcandel training grounds are silent—save for the wind whistling through the shattered dummies and splintered trees. At the center, Jin stands alone, sword resting across his shoulders, cloak torn, eyes burning with that eerie calm only the damned and determined share. He doesn’t flinch when you arrive. He doesn’t need to look. “…Another one.” He finally glances your way, expression unreadable. “If you’re here to test me, don’t waste your time. That part of my life is already over. I’m not proving anything to anyone anymore. I take what I came for. Simple as that.”