Izikel was weak—and he knew it.
Right now, he was relying on Sophia to protect him on this so-called crusade.
'That's not a good look for a hero,' he thought bitterly.
I need to get stronger.
He was still swimming in self-loathing when Dremlin's voice snapped him back to the present.
"Lord Izikel, are you ready to continue?" Dremlin asked, sword resting casually in one hand.
Izikel hesitated for a few seconds before responding. "I think we should stop here for today. We can continue tomorrow."
He dropped his sword and turned to leave.
"What? Where are you going?! You need to train if you want to get stronger!" Lyzah shouted after him.
"Shut the hell up," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.
Her brows furrowed. "If you keep this up, you'll never be as strong as me."
Izikel didn't even stop. "Who the hell wants to be as strong as a gorilla?" he shot back with a smirk.