With the bet came the intense training.
He didn't know if Mab was usually a stern teacher, but the more days passed, the more he suspected she was a sore loser. Even Achilles failed to renew his usual twisted versions of physical training after he became flexible enough to endure. But she... How could energy manipulation leave him sprawled in a pool of sweat after each session? Surely, her methods were wrong, especially her sadistic grin...
How could they not when a searing agony coursed through his veins? To make matters worse, it was ethereal, making it impossible to alleviate. Widening his circuits to increase output, she had said. The only thing he felt was that she was widening the ground to bury him.
Of course, he had believed it was normal at first, that his body needed time to adapt—a bit like a novice doing his first push-ups. Now, he felt scammed by a tyrannical military instructor...
