Training In Hell I

The harsh, relentless heat of the First Layer of Hell was no longer as unbearable as it had been on their first day. Damon, Anaya, and Daveon were slowly acclimating to the hostile environment, their bodies adapting to the heat and their minds sharpening with every battle.

While none of them would call this experience enjoyable, they had learned to find moments of levity between the constant fights.

Damon, ever the opportunist, had managed to make even their breaks into moments of training, practicing combat techniques and tactics he had learned from books and his father's guidance.

Anaya had her own way of turning the dire circumstances into a personal challenge, using the time to refine her spells.

She focused on channeling her magic essence more efficiently, shortening incantations without weakening her spells. The results had been impressive, and even Miss Leana had given her a nod of approval.