The sun was scorching, its violent rays beating down on the ground with far more intensity that was necessary.
Terra could feel the sweat burn off her body, only to feel more seep out. Her throat was parched and she was probably sun burned somewhere.
But somehow, that was not what bothered her the most
"Terra, lift this, it's good for your back muscles!"
"Terra, pull this, it will help your form!"
"Terra, nail this in! Your triceps are too weak!"
Terra this, Terra that!
"This is hell."
Terra's hands were trembling, her feet wobbling underneath the weight of the large plank on her shoulders.
Only when she arrived at the 'construction site' did she realise what Eliron had planned out for them.
Hard labour!
Walking right next to her, holding five times the weight she had, was Eliron.
He had long discarded his shirt, which seemed to be slowly becoming a habit.
