— Frey Starlight's POV —
Slowly, the morning sun rose, marking the cursed beginning of a new day.
In the continent of the Ultras, it was rare for one to catch a breath of fresh air, with death and desolation having long consumed the land.
But here, on the shores of the Demonic Sea, the air was still almost the same… causing me to inhale deeply without meaning to.
A refreshing winter breeze filled my lungs to the brim.
I had already distanced myself from the gathering of soldiers and was heading toward the tent that now served as my temporary home.
I had spent far too long sparring with them barehanded, to the point where my muscles started to feel slightly fatigued. It wasn't anything serious ..just a dull, lingering ache from throwing punches nonstop. But still, it was annoying.
If this was enough to wear me out, it only meant one thing.
I still had a long way to go.
