"One more!" Lucas exclaimed as Rosalind stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The training session had been grueling, pushing her physical and mental limits to the edge.
"I..." Rosalind's voice wavered, her body trembling with fatigue.
"Focus, Rosalind," Lucas interrupted, dismissing her pale appearance and pleading eyes. "In a real battle against a demon, you wouldn't have the luxury of giving up. You must push past your limits if you wish to survive."
Rosalind's mind raced with conflicting emotions.
Summoning her remaining strength, Rosalind rose to her feet, determination glinting in her eyes. She refused to let exhaustion defeat her.
With her shoulders squared and determination burning in her eyes, Rosalind prepared herself for the next round. She knew that facing Lucas in combat was never a simple task, and she had come to understand the depth of his training methods. But this time, he had a new challenge in mind for her.
