Delilah's POV
Today's training was different.
For the first time, I stepped into the underground training hall, a vast, cavernous space almost half the size of a field. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and steel, and the walls gleamed with embedded torches, casting flickering shadows across the arena. This was where King Maxwell trained, and now, apparently, where I would train too.
Weapons of all kinds lined the walls…blades, staffs, whips, even some that looked too ancient to still be in use. Training kits were stacked neatly in different sections, yet none of that mattered to me. I wouldn’t be using them, not today.
My opponent stood a few feet away. Zod. A seasoned warrior and the pack Gamma, with the kind of broad, muscular frame that exuded raw power. His posture was rel
