The sound of light rain pattered against the rusted rooftops of Red Hollow Base, a constant noise blending with the hurried footsteps of soldiers patrolling the area. The flickering floodlights cut through the heavy darkness that spread across the camp.
It had been a few days since Lian began his training with Viktor. The hostile environment, the soldiers' disdain, and the brutality of the physical exercises had crushed whatever pride he still had when he arrived.
Pain was no longer a novelty. His body was covered in bruises, cuts, and tense muscles that barely allowed him to rest. The scent of blood, sweat, and wet earth had become part of his routine. But he never stopped.
And today would be no different.
"Get up."
Viktor's rough voice echoed through the training area. The veteran sat on a crate, watching Lian with crossed arms as he struggled to catch his breath.
