The Death Goddess Beneath the Moon
It has been a few days since they started, but not once had Lane and Clara been able to hit Diana.
The moonlight filtered through the broken canopy above them, casting pale silver light over the ruined clearing. Cracked earth, shattered stones, and dozens of deep scars covered the battlefield from days of nonstop training.
Lane and Clara were completely exhausted.
Both women were covered in bruises from head to toe. Sweat soaked their clothes, their breathing uneven and ragged as they struggled just to remain standing. Clara's blonde hair clung to her face while Lane leaned against her sword for support, her legs trembling faintly from fatigue.
Meanwhile—
Diana stood several meters away completely untouched.
Not a scratch marked her pale skin.
