Why did I think I could survive this?

It had been a week, a week of relentless torment under Thalindra's so-called "training." And let me tell you, it was pure hell. 

The courtyard, which once held a strange charm with its worn stone flooring and various training equipment, now felt like a torture chamber. Every corner seemed to mock me with memories of bruises, burns, and exhaustion.

Thalindra's black flames had a knack for pushing me far past my limits, leaving even my healing magic struggling to keep up. 

I used to think my magic was limitless, a divine gift that could undo anything. But against the raw, unyielding power of her black fire?

I was starting to see cracks in that belief. Healing burns was one thing, but the sheer ferocity of her flames left a lingering ache that even my magic couldn't quite erase.