Sometimes time moves like a bullet train.
You blink once, or look away for a moment, only to realize that weeks have suddenly disappeared before you even notice.
And there are other times when every second feels painfully slow, as if time itself is moving at a snail's pace.
Even your mind struggles to remain fully conscious as everything around you begins to feel dull and repetitive.
Lucian had been feeling something like that for the past month.
Yes.
About an entire month had passed since their training began.
A full month of fighting, blood, and the excruciating pain of having his limbs severed like toy parts.
At first, everything had felt refreshing and exciting—every time he grew stronger, every time he improved, and every time he became more efficient with weapon mastery.
But eventually—
After about one or two weeks, the training had become a bit more difficult.
No, it wasn't that he was bored, nor was he afraid of being tortured, but...
