"Ack—!"
A sudden impact rattled Cedric's skull as a fast-moving orb slammed him square in the face, jerking his head back.
His eyes rolled back for a moment, and his legs trembled as if he was one step away from falling, but with sheer will, he forced his body upright.
"Huff... Huff..."
He took heavy gulps, and a metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he spat to the side on the floor.
He was inside a dark room, with nothing but pitch-black darkness, a suffocating void.
The kind of darkness where every sight was utterly useless, where even stretching a hand in front of his eyes revealed nothing but emptiness.
He had been training in this place for nearly two hours since the Vice Principal left him, or maybe it had been three; he couldn't tell.
He had long lost track of time.
The only markers were the brutal blows that rained down on him from every direction; they were coming one after another like a sadistic metronome.
