Geneva's Training Ends

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Within Luxulania, deep inside a colossal stone mountain…

Geneva, who was currently surrounded by a gathering of pink feathers with sharpened tips, heaved endlessly. Although her training was far from easy, the result more than justified the unusual amount of pain and torture she had to endure to reach this level. 

Although each of the feathers seemed as if they had fallen off her wings, that wasn't the case at all. On the contrary, each feather was created from a small yet remarkably pure cluster of Luxuria and they were almost just as durable as her real wings.

These feathers were the fruits of her labor that spanned over the course of a few weeks, at the very least. The only leeway she was given was when she needed to rest on the brink of collapse.