Each dawn marked the beginning of a new challenge. Fortis demanded perfection, pushing Deus to enhance not just his physical prowess but his mental and emotional resilience. With each day, Deus's muscles ached, his body screamed in protest, but he persisted. Sweat and determination mingled on his skin, his breaths synchronized with the rhythm of his movements.

Fortis didn’t just train Deus’s body; he molded his mind and spirit. Amidst the whirlwind of strikes and counterstrikes, Fortis imparted his wisdom. “Anger is a blade,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of his experience. “But a blade without a master is as dangerous to its wielder as it is to its enemy.”

Under Fortis’s guidance, Deus learned to wield his anger, to channel it into his strikes, making each blow resonate with the intensity of his emotions. The training sessions were not just physical; they were lessons in control, in harnessing the raw power within him.

The moonlit hours became a canvas for specialized combat techniques. Fortis unveiled secrets of the hunt, techniques honed through generations. Deus learned stealth tactics, becoming one with the shadows, his movements silent and deadly. Strategic planning became second nature, and unconventional methods became his arsenal, turning him into a hunter capable of outthinking and outmaneuvering his adversaries.

Weapons became an extension of Deus’s body. Fortis guided him in the mastery of swords, daggers, and an array of specialized tools. Each weapon was a story, a legacy of battles won and foes vanquished. Deus’s hands became attuned to the weight and balance of every blade, his strikes precise and lethal.

The training was not without its challenges. Fortis devised simulations and scenarios that tested Deus’s adaptability and decision-making. Each challenge was an opportunity to grow, forcing Deus to face adversaries and obstacles with unwavering resolve.

In the final trial, Deus faced a barrage of adversaries and complex challenges. With every strike, every parry, he showcased the culmination of his training. His movements were fluid, his strikes calculated, and his mind razor-sharp. As the trial concluded, Deus stood in the center of the training ground, a testament to his transformation.

Fortis, his eyes gleaming with approval, nodded. “You are ready,” he declared, his voice carrying the weight of certainty.

Deus, now a warrior transformed, stood tall. His muscles were not just honed steel; they were a testament to his endurance. His mind was not just sharp; it was a weapon, capable of dissecting any situation. His spirit was not just unyielding; it was a flame that burned with a ferocity that would engulf any darkness in his path.

With his training complete, Deus was not just a hunter seeking vengeance. He was a force of nature, a storm waiting to be unleashed upon those who had dared to shroud his world in darkness. The battlefield awaited, and Deus was prepared to face it, his every movement a testament to the training, the pain, and the determination that had brought him to this moment.

Under the relentless guidance of Fortis Lancaster, Deus's training continued, each day marked by unyielding determination and unrelenting effort. The training ground transformed into a battlefield of self-discovery, where Deus not only honed his physical skills but also cultivated mental fortitude and emotional resilience.

With each grueling session, Deus pushed his body to the limits, sweat and determination mingling in the cool air. Fortis's teachings were not just about the physicality of combat but the psychology of war. He learned to transform his anger into a weapon, his grief into a driving force. Every strike became a testament to his emotions, each movement a dance of controlled fury.

Fortis’s lessons weren't confined to the art of combat alone. He delved into the intricacies of strategy and the nuances of tactics, teaching Deus to outthink his adversaries. Under the moonlit canopy, Deus learned stealth, his footsteps becoming whispers, and his presence a mere shadow in the night. Weapons became an extension of his body, each one a tool waiting to be mastered.