A month passed.
Inside the once quiet VIP training room, it now looked completely different.
There were cracks on the floor, melted spots on the wall, and a few broken training dummies scattered across the corner.
Raviel stood at the center, breathing slowly. His body had changed completely.
His frame was now lean but muscular, his skin faintly glowing with mana.
Every breath he took carried a pulse of mana that spread through the room.
Garion stood nearby with his arms crossed, a satisfied grin on his face. "Well, look at that. You actually survived."
Raviel rolled his shoulders, stretching his arms. "Barely. I thought your so-called Infernal Training was going to kill me at least ten times."
Garion chuckled. "If you died, I'd just revive you with a protein shake."
Raviel groaned, shaking his head. "You really have no idea how to rest, do you?"
Garion grinned wider. "Nope. And now neither do you."
For an entire month, Raviel had followed Garion's brutal routine.
