One round!
Two rounds!
Three Rounds!
….
Sweat was pouring down and Kieran who was panting like an ox was getting slower and slower yet he didn't stop.
The stubbornness in his bones wouldn't allow him to stop, let alone give up.
Even if his Stamina was drained, he would move slowly, step by step.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours.
When the first light of dawn shone in through the seam of the window and struck Kieran's face, he was completely relying on his willpower to hold himself together, his eyes were almost out of focus yet he was still moving his steps one by one as if it was his body's instinct. He was also relying on [Knights of Dawn Body Tempering Art] to fix his breath at a steady rate.
During normal times, it would be an easy feat but at that particular moment, it wasn't so easy anymore.
The extreme consumption of Stamina and Spirit failed him thrice after the numerous attempts.
