The next morning, we resumed our journey.
We had left the vast libraries of Knowledge City behind and entered the bustling Sword City, renowned for its warrior culture and endless training grounds. Maya and I felt refreshed, a testament to our vigorous night. Maya, though showing slight signs of fatigue, was still glowing with satisfaction. Artemis, however, looked like she hadn't slept a wink, dark circles prominent under her eyes.
"You seem tired," I remarked, unable to suppress a smirk.
"And whose fault is that?" she retorted, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel.
