Izlandi pulled herself up with the sword that was sticking out of the ground, the blood that was seeping out of her palms acted like a glue, keeping her hand stuck to the hilt of the blade.
She looked at Lirian weakly, wondering what hell she was about to go through next, the only good thing about the current situation was that both her hands and legs were free.
"You ended your first punishment in 12 minutes, that means you still have 1 hour 48 minutes worth of punishment to receive," said Lirian.
"Now attack me with that sword," Lirian commanded Izlandi.
Izlandi looked at the sword in her grasp then looked at Lirian, her eyes trembled as she heard his order, she barely even had the strength left to stand, let alone use a sword.
But the thing she couldn't understand was why she was being asked to use the sword in the first place, she was a novice spell caster and her goal had always been to become a mage.
