Chapter 18: First Adversary (1)
Minutes into the desert, I had already gauged my abilities—felt myself grow stronger.
This trip would be worth it. I felt it, deep in my bones.
I stretched out my hands, breathing in the once-magma-like air. Now, it seeped into my lungs like an icy chill, sending shivers down my spine.
Goosebumps.
I was enjoying this.
Everything Laura had packed for me? Left behind in the carriage.
I wanted to experience the true thrill of survival—no food, no water, no weapons.
Just me, my instincts, and the desert.
Deep down, I knew I wouldn’t grow through conventional means. Pushups, squats, running, even martial arts—none of that mattered in a world where someone could launch a fireball at me.
I wasn’t going to punch a guy hurling flames. That would be dumb.
I was different from the people of my town.