Days passed by in a blink as Cain and his group had already returned to their training facility. Now they were doing his routine, running across the dirt field as vast as four soccer fields.
Cain ran in the front, leading the pack with his pace. His breathing was steady, and both feet kept relentlessly pounding onto the hard ground.
Behind him, Abel, Peter, Rika, and Louise keep up. The smell of dirt and sweat mingled in the air, prompting a corner of his lips to perk up as he felt a bit nostalgic about the harsh regimen.
Far away from his place on the podium, General Dosh stood still while crossing his arms on his chest. His sharp eyes followed them like a predator eyeing its prey.
The boy glanced at his side, witnessing a shadow with blonde hair running beside him. Abel flashed his white teeth, his blue eyes sharpened. The boy lowered his posture as he prepared to blast forward in ferocious momentum.
