Calantha's point of view:
“Should I drop it?” I ask. In my hand is another skyhorn and I am holding it by its horn.
It's been eight days since the first time Tharros killed a sky horn and since that time, he trains me every morning. The mad man will always make me jog several miles and lift heavy things. Then in the evening, he will tell me to hit the trees after following his commands. In the first few days, I was reluctant but now, my body is slowly getting used to the strenuous activities.
As we move deeper into the forest, the animals we encounter grow significantly weaker and now, we rarely see any animals.
However, today, which is the ninth day, we encountered another sky horn and it's very weak. Its horn is barely glowing and its wings are a small whitish brown one.
“You dare
