A Safe Place

[You'll feel like you're dying, but that's the whole point!]

"Great," I muttered, almost too sarcastically. "Sounds fun."

Still, I didn't stop.

I continued the breathing technique, keeping the flow steady as I moved to the center of the room. The space was small, but there was enough room for basic exercises.

I started with push-ups.

One.

Two.

Three.

It was easy. Too easy.

So I adjusted.

I slowed down, forcing my muscles to stretch and contract with every movement, making each push-up as controlled as possible. I focused on the tension, the way my body trembled slightly under the deliberate strain.

Mana pulsed through my veins, reinforcing every fibre of my being.

Ten.

Twenty.

Thirty.

A dull ache spread through my arms and shoulders, but I kept going. The goal wasn't just to exercise.