There is a treator

As I walked away from the training grounds, I couldn't shake off the feeling of defeat and humiliation. Seraphine's words still echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was right. Had I let my emotions cloud my judgment? Had I been too soft, too weak? The doubts swirled in my head like a toxic storm, threatening to consume me.

I tried to push them aside, focusing on the task at hand. The soldiers needed me, and I needed to train them. But every time I looked around, I saw Seraphine's cold, calculating gaze, her eyes seeming to bore into my very soul. I felt like a failure, a commander who couldn't even lead his own troops.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. I knew that Seraphine was trying to push me to my limits, to test my resolve. And I knew that I couldn't let her get to me. Not now, not when the soldiers were counting on me.