"Th-this is hell..."
"N-no way this could be tr-training... he is j-just g-getting back at us f-for offending him."
"J-just kill me instead."
Several heavy-breathed murmurs and screams echoed across the training ground as some of the disciples ran around the field with weights skidding behind them, tied to their waists. Some were suspended upside down from trees, gripping the branches with their knees as they raised and lowered their upper bodies, weighted down, of course. Others were doing push-ups at the center, heavy wooden logs placed across their backs.
Lyra had already completed most of her morning physical exercises, so she was now practicing her sword skills, while Thorin, the heir, was having the toughest time of them all.
Since he had never trained his physique, his body was only as strong as someone at the first level of the Awakened Sage Realm, despite being at the eighth level.
