EVELARA
Soon, the whistle blew and the training exercises commenced with a sudden intensity, much like the onset of a storm.
The participants engaged in simulated combat, their movements mirroring the actions of wolves, with claws and blades meeting in a flurry, and sand being kicked up by their forceful steps. The atmosphere was charged with sounds of growls, the impact of strikes, and the sharp sound of steel.
Within minutes, a warrior staggered back, blood pouring from a deep gash on his side.
I darted forward. Kneeling in the dirt, I pressed my hands over the wound. My herbs spilt from the pouch I had hastily tied at my waist.
“Just leave it—” The warrior hissed.
“Shut up and hold still.” My voice trembled, but my hands didn’t; I have learned from hard experiences i
