Life did not slow down for broken bones, bruised pride, or inconvenient emotions. If anything, it moved faster. The days blurred together in a relentless rhythm of early mornings, endless lessons, and training sessions that left my muscles aching in ways I was slowly beginning to accept as normal. My arm healed quickly, faster than I had expected, thanks to the healers and their potions, but I still felt it sometimes, a faint pull or stiffness that reminded me just how easily I could be broken if I wasn’t careful.
So I learned. I watched. I adapted. And I worked harder than I ever had before.
Because if there was one thing I had taken from that fight with Fannar, it was the undeniable truth that I could not afford to hesitate, not even for a second, not in a place like this where weaknes
