Adam had been flying for so long that he had stopped keeping track of the time.
His massive wings sliced through the air as he circled the training hall, the sound of each powerful flap echoing loudly against the walls. His body felt heavy, his muscles aching beneath the thick scales covering him, but he refused to stop.
He couldn't.
Every time exhaustion began creeping in, every time his wings grew heavier and his breathing became more strained, Adam forced himself to fly faster. Higher, harder. Again.
His anger had nowhere else to go.
The training hall had become the only place where he could unleash it without hurting anyone, and Adam was determined to drain every last bit of it from his body.
His seventh round around the massive hall was becoming increasingly difficult.
His wing
