My training came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye. Before we knew it, the sun was rising in the real world. While eight hours had come and gone with me resting peacefully on the bed, a staggering twenty four had gone by within my soul.
Panting, I let myself collapse onto the lush grass of the castle bailey. Despite not currently having a physical manifestation I still poured sweat relentlessly. Wiping the growing moisture from my eyes I looked up to Lucifer who stood several yards away, a thoughtful look plastering his charmingly dry features.
"You still have much progress to make..." He bemoaned loudly as he returned to a normal stance.
"Hey... This... Is harder.... Then... It looks..." I answered between lungful's of air, my stomach still sore from the blow he had just landed on my mid section.
