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By the eleventh day of training, every muscle in my body ached.
I had bruises in places I didn’t even know could bruise. My palms were raw from gripping wooden practice swords, my legs burned from endless running, and my shoulders protested every time I lifted my arms.
Yet somehow… I have never felt stronger.
Now it was midnight, and we were at a clearing behind the palace, which had become our training ground recently. It was quiet and peaceful, until Zeus decided I wasn’t suffering enough.
He stood a few paces away, not wearing any shirt, his broad chest and sculpted abs glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
"Close your eyes,” he commanded, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. “Stop relying on your sight. The trials won't give you the luxury of a clear view. Feel the wind, the
