Garion stepped into the training hall, quickly hearing sounds of grunts, stomps, and weights hitting the ground.
Their faces were pale, their muscles trembling, but not a single one had stopped and continued to train.
Even Dahlia was drenched in sweat, but still she squatted with the weight double the others, shouting between breaths.
"One... Two... Three... All of you... Keep going! Lift those weights!"
The disciples groaned in pain, faces twisted as they struggled to keep up.
A few of them tried to complain, but no sound came from them due to exhaustion.
Garion smirked, watching them with amusement. "I see you're all still alive. Good."
Some of the disciples looked up weakly.
"Master... we're not alive... we're just some delayed corpses..."
Garion chuckled. "Delayed corpses... but still moving... that means you're fine."
The group formed louder.
Dahlia dropped her barbell, panting heavily and grinning.
