Sreas folded her arms as she watched the twenty-five Arcanists collapse onto the ground after another intense session.
Their sweat seemed to have pooled beneath them, and their Arcane Energy had almost fully drained.
"You've all gotten better. You lasted fifteen seconds longer than yesterday."
That was high praise coming from her…
All of them knew that Sreas was not a mortal or even a human like them.
They had already seen her true appearance as an Asura. Because of that, they were aware of just how strong she was compared to them. Being praised by her, even if it was a small matter, would surely improve their mood.
A few of them smiled weakly while others groaned as they tried to steady their breathing.
There was still some crimson glow from their veins, residue from the Borrowed Flesh technique. slowly faded away, returning their bodies to normal.
She dismissed the spell with a wave of her hand as the Asura markings along her arms dimmed.
