Shane panted heavily as he lifted himself from the ground.
"You can still continue? Great!"
Hearing this, he almost vomited, but instead of complaining, Shane grasped the Sword of Blood, Mydra, with a firm grip as he looked straight into Aisha's eyes.
She had been standing next to Frer and Miriam, who were looking at him in pity as if they knew what was going to happen.
More than thirty days had passed, and Shane had decided to refine his physique on Igra instead of Masua, where the supply of mana would have been several times higher.
This had several reasons, but the biggest was that he needed someone to spar with! In his opinion, it would be best if this someone was a lot stronger than him.
Nevertheless, it was only when Shane found out that neither Aisha, Frer nor Miriam were supposed to leave Igra right now that he immediately asked them for their support.
