There were only four months left before the end of the year.
During these months, all the disciples trained harder than ever, thanks to Dahlia being their teacher.
Every day started before dawn and ended long after the sun disappeared.
Sweat drenched the floors, mana filled the air, and the sound of groaning from training echoed around the hall.
But it wasn't just training.
Every week, under Dahlia's lead, they went deep into the forest to hunt more First Realm beasts.
The disciples fought in pairs, learning teamwork and the art of fighting effectively under Arden's leadership.
And when they returned, some were bruised, some bleeding, all exhausted, but smiling as they brought back a huge haul.
Fortunately, they never encountered any Second Realm beasts.
At first, everyone was relieved, but Garion couldn't help but frown.
"Strange… a place like this should have plenty of Second Realm beasts roaming around. So where are they hiding?"
Even so, he didn't dwell on it too much.
