Sirina's words were met with Sol's indifference as he adjusted his sitting position before resting his heavy gaze on Sirina who couldn't help but feel tensed under his gaze.
It felt like she was standing in Lord Kratus's presence or the enigmatic leader of the veil blades.
How could this boy replicate such a presence?
"I will ask a few questions and I need direct answers," Sol said plainly, and Sirina surprisingly nodded in agreement.
Sol wasn't in a hurry to speak, he stretched and cracked his neck a few times.
"What was the purpose of the training?" Sol asked calmly.
"To test your limits and find your faults," Sirina answered honestly.
"What was the purpose of this, then?" Sol pointed at the empty fist-size glass potion bottles.
"To help you recover from your wounds and also aid you reflect on the events of the battle," Sirina answered again with a nod.
