When the training session finally ended, Wade was drenched in sweat, his shirt sticking to his back and his lungs burning from exertion.
Even though the projections couldn't truly harm them, the fatigue they were feeling, the pressure they'd been put under, and strain they'd undergone were all real.
His muscles ached, and his breathing came heavy as the final wave of Mirror Wraiths vanished into nothingness, leaving the hall still and bright once again.
Sebastian clapped his hands once. "Good work, everyone. That's enough for today."
Rowan groaned in relief, collapsing backward onto the polished floor.
Ingrid rolled her neck, her bow still in hand, her breathing calm and even, looking barely winded.
Wade couldn't help but marvel at her composure.
He had no idea how she managed to stay so poised after an hour of non-stop fighting.
Sebastian gave them all a nod.
