Midnight Training – The Road to Survival
The sky over Fers Domain was a vast stretch of darkness, the stars faint against the artificial glow of the city. Midnight had long passed, yet for Riyan and his team, rest was a luxury they could not afford.
At the back of the hotel, in a vast, secluded training ground, the cold night breeze carried the scent of salt and steel. The artificial lights cast long shadows over the open space, making the atmosphere feel even heavier.
Riyan stood before them, his red eyes sharp, his tone unwavering.
"We're not sleeping tonight. From this moment on, we prepare for battle."
The air grew tense. The exhaustion weighing on their bodies became irrelevant. None of them dared to argue—they knew Riyan never wasted words. If he was pushing them now, it was because tomorrow would demand everything from them.
