Strength is end

Elara's arms burned as she struggled to lift her sword. Training was relentless, and despite her efforts, she still lagged behind the stronger recruits.

She wasn't the worst—that honor went to Kai, who had just tripped over his own feet—but she wasn't close to the best either.

Damien's cold voice cut through the air. "Again."

Elara gritted her teeth and tried. And failed.

"Again."

She lunged. This time, she lasted a few seconds before Rhys knocked her flat on her back.

"Ouch," Kai muttered from the sidelines. "You're making me look good."

Elara groaned.

Damien sighed, looking unimpressed. "Pathetic."

Her blood boiled.

She forced herself up, ignoring the ache in her muscles. She would get stronger. She had to.