Everyone continued with their vigorous training. Absorbed by the rushing adrenaline of growing stronger, they were slowly learning to master the shifting thresholds of their newfound power.
It wasn't simply their muscles developing; their mental fortitude was evolving right alongside it...
...
"I have to grow stronger! I have to move forward!"
Teeth gritted, Darren poured every ounce of his focus into a relentless sequence of sword swings, wielding his newly acquired weapon, the Heavy Steel Broadsword.
It was a beast of a blade, possessing incredible durability, dense physical weight, and a special enchantment that multiplied the impact of every strike fivefold.
"So, you picked up a weapon? I thought you were a pure-brawler. But you even asked Victoria for some pointers on the Way of the Heavy Sword," Dylan noted, stepping up to observe the flurry of steel.
