Anana barely had enough sleep.
The night before, the training had ended abruptly after Ira’s cold words:
“You’re either braver than I thought… or far more foolish.”
Without another glance, Ira had announced that training for the day was over, leaving Anana alone on the training ground.
When Anana finally returned to her room, she tried to rest, but her thoughts refused to settle. She rolled over and over on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the day and wondering what dreadful training awaits her.
The air in her room felt heavier than usual, and every time she closed her eyes, the image of Ira’s cold smirk came back to her.
With a low groan, she pushed herself up from the bed.
“You have to be ready for the next training,” she muttered under her breath, as if saying
