Yin pushed himself up, his fists digging into the mud.
His jaw clenched tight, his teeth grinding together as he fought back the sobs.
The cold rain mixed with his tears, washing over his face like the sky itself was mocking his weakness.
His chest heaved, his breathing ragged.
Then—he looked up.
His raging eyes locked onto the dark, stormy sky.
"I… I'll change.
Whatever it takes."
His voice was low, but filled with something raw—something dangerous.
A storm wasn't just raging outside.
It was now raging inside him.
One Week Later
The Heroes continued monitoring the portal, still trying to determine its ranking and nature.
Despite the ongoing research, the students kept training.
It was late at night.
The air was thick with fog, the sky a deep void of darkness.
Somewhere near the edge of the base, Zion sat against the thick roots of a massive tree.
His sharp gaze flickered toward Yin.
"He's still at it."
A few meters away, Yin was doing push-ups—
