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CHAPTER 99: The Training Camp

作者: Evve
last update 公開日: 2026-03-21 03:34:08

POV: Barzil

There was no mercy on the training mat.

Mercy was a luxury. Mercy was for peace. We were at war, and the enemy was sleeping in the guest quarters down the hall.

"Up," I barked.

Neoma lay on the grey rubber. Chest heaving. A fresh bruise blooming on her jawline like a dark flower. She groaned. Rolling onto her side. Spitting a glob of blood onto the floor. Splat.

"I'm... up," she wheezed.

"Too slow," I growled. "Ishara would have snapped your neck while you were checking your teeth.
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