"Okay, for now, today's physical training is over."
Ryan wanted to barf.
He wanted to cry.
He wanted to laugh.
He wanted to sleep.
He wanted to scream.
What was this?
Is this what people call dizziness?
The first training session had been hellish. It felt absolutely disorienting. Now, he couldn't even see straight. All he could think of was about falling to his death somewhere. It was exhaustion taken to the extreme.
He leaned against Seraphina, sweat trickling down his cheeks. "How long did I train?"
"About two and a half hours. It's late morning now."
I had only trained that long?
Then why had he become such a mess?
Seraphina walked while supporting him. First time training was always a bitch—it was never an easy entry barrier. Most people quitted at this phase, but those who remained became stronger.
But she had been harsher than normal for Ryan.
