Two days had passed since we returned from the Magic Tower City.
The journey had changed things, I could feel it in the way my body moved, in the way my mana flowed smoother than before. The training with Seren had left its mark, and the Soul Flame no longer felt like a wild beast waiting to tear me apart.
But If there was one thing that hadn't changed, it was Morgana's training. She had spent the last two days making sure we didn't get comfortable.
"Get up!" she had shouted during our first session back, her voice echoing across the training field. "You spent three days playing tourist in the Magic City and now you're moving like you've got lead in your boots! Again!"
She didn't use weapons, but she didn't go easy on us. Her training was all brute force — we had to adapt or get destroyed.
