Three days before Goddess Sekhmet's annual festival.
Sunhaven. Eldorath kingdom. Joravar Continent. Labh Salem.
Siren's Sanctuary's backyard.
"Big bro, Ren… I… I can't."
Arman spoke with short breaths as he collapsed on the ground, sweat covering his body.
The grip on his spear was on the verge of loosening due to the fatigue settling in his arm muscles.
The intense training session devised by Eren had left him mentally and physically drained.
"You don't have permission to relax yet, boy. Stand up," Eren instructed Arman in a stern voice, delivering a swift slash in his direction.
The attack carried a light mana density but possessed an extraordinary Weapon Intent. It left a deep mark on the ground just below Arman's feet, prompting him to quickly retract his legs in fear.
Arman believed that, had he been a moment slower, his toes would have been severed from the rest of his legs.
