Lorraine's POV
The past few days have been nothing but a cycle of sweat, pain, and humiliation.
I've been giving my all, if you can even call it that, training with just one arm. My one useless arm. My right arm. The arm that could barely hold a sword without trembling like a leaf in the wind. And for a left handed person like me…. it was like being reborn with only half my body working and the other half rotting away.
I used to be good. I had trained with Astrid and I was able to kill nobles and battle Elites. But now? I can barely keep my grip long enough to block a swing without my fingers aching and the sword slipping.
Pathetic. That's the word that played over and over in my head every time I saw my reflection in the polished blade.
