It had been more than two weeks since Sylvia had opened her eyes from her long slumber. Time passed quickly.
The once-gray skies had grown clearer, the air fresher, and deep violet flowers now bloomed in every corner of the castle garden. But to Sylvia, all of it was nothing more than a silent backdrop for a single thing: the desire to become stronger.
That morning, the air within the castle's training hall felt cold and dense, thick with circulating magical energy.
The dark stone floor reflected Sylvia's figure, clad in simple training attire, a sleeveless black top and flexible pants that allowed her to move freely. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail, swaying each time she moved.
In front of her stood a massive punching dummy made of high-grade monster hide, reinforced with defensive enchantments. Each strike she delivered echoed heavily through the chamber.
BAM!
BAM!!
BAM!!!
