"You've rested enough now. Pick up your sword again, Louis!"
…Eh?
Lycan barked the order just as I barely managed to stand upright.
Was… was he serious?
Today's training wasn't over?
My arms were trembling from overuse, my legs felt like wet noodles, and my insides were still buzzing from the aftermath of awakening my dantian.
Every muscle screamed in protest.
Forget walking tomorrow—I wasn't sure I could walk now.
My magical power was down to fumes, my physical strength was drained, and he expected me to train more?
I opened my mouth, ready to beg for mercy or at least ask if he was joking, when—
"Enough, Lycan."
A calm yet firm voice cut in from the doorway.
Dominic stepped inside, brow furrowed as he looked between me and the training field.
"What if the boy's dantian collapses from overexertion? Why are you pushing him like he's made of steel?"
Lycan scoffed and waved a hand dismissively.
