Liam did not train for too long. After a while, his progress had become stagnant so he exited the building and once again stepped out in the open.
The night had fully enveloped the surroundings, and the moon hung high in the sky, casting its soft silvery glow over the vast expanse of the mountains.
Liam gazed up at the night sky, allowing himself a brief moment of respite. He glanced in the direction of the sword scar in the distance. Just in these outer mountains, he had gained so much, he couldn't help but think of the benefits he could reap from reaching the sword scar.
Liam was not a fool. He knew that something like that was impossible. An entire B-grade world had been trying to reach the sword scar for perhaps centuries, only to fail. So the chances of him claiming that for himself were abysmally thin.
