Arlon stretched as he left the cave.
I have been in this place for three months...
Time inside the cave had crawled by at an agonizingly slow pace.
Three months of relentless training, of pushing his limits to the breaking point, of tearing himself down and rebuilding over and over again.
While June logged in and out as she had to, Arlon had no such restrictions. He never logged out. He had no breaks, no distractions—only training.
And Agema had taken full advantage of that.
She had drilled into him every lesson she could.
Magic, mana control—techniques that most mages would take decades to master were forced into him within months.
She was ruthless, never allowing him to slack, never letting a single mistake go unpunished.
Arlon also realized why Agema was called the best mage of all time. He was nowhere near her.
He knew that he would never be a genius like her, but he didn't need to.
But at the same time, she was the greatest teacher he could have asked for.
