Summer turned into autumn without Liam noticing or altering his strenuous routine.
Identical days followed one another, with many often failing to end at all, and Liam just went with the flow, or rather, he had no time or mental energy to think about anything else.
Still, there were undeniable achievements.
The combat and, especially, weapon training were finally starting to stick, expanding on what the Divine Cult had carved into Liam. The improvements were gradual but undeniable, and Liam often only noticed them once they had completely settled.
Liam didn't know when exactly it happened, but he felt firmer on his feet while performing battle stances, as if those man-made techniques had finally become natural to him.
The same went for weapons, or at least the knife. Somehow, at some point, Liam didn't feel weird wielding a short blade while practicing with the dummy anymore.
