The wind howled outside, and Rosalie's breath came in ragged gasps, fogging up the air in front of her. She wiped the sweat from her brow, her muscles aching as she swung again—her fists connecting with the padded dummy in a brutal rhythm. Each of her movement was sharp, precise, and laced with a determination that bordered on desperation. She was relentless, pushing herself harder than she had ever done before.
Clara watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, her expression a mixture of admiration and concern. "You're going to burn out if you keep going like this."
"I need to be ready," Rosalie panted, not stopping for a second. She delivered another flurry of punches, her knuckles grazing the padding as she pushed through the pain. "We're almost there, Clara. The quantum computing system is nearly complete. I can't afford to be weak now."
