Chapter 32: Prideful Peacocks
Asher exited the training grounds in silence, with Lyra materializing at his side as if by instinct. Neither exchanged words, there was no need. An unspoken understanding had long been established between them.
Lyra knew Asher’s routine well. After each session at the First Training Ground, he would return to his quarters to continue his relentless self-discipline. She never intruded upon his silence, never offered unsolicited counsel.
She simply observed, ever present, yet never overstepping her bounds.
As for Asher, once he discovered that his body could operate at peak condition with only four hours of sleep, he embraced the regimen without hesitation. Those few hours became his sole rest, every remaining moment devoted entirely to training.
That night passed in quiet intensity, with Asher honing his mastery over the lightning element before finally allowing himself sleep.
Dawn crept in gently, sunlight filtering through the room in golden shafts. Asher rose precisely on time. The first training session began at 7 a.m., and punctuality was non-negotiable. He knew he had to arrive early, Harold had no tolerance for tardiness.
From what Asher had observed, even his status as a Sun might not shield him from punishment.
Just as Asher prepared to head out, Lyra stepped into the room and spoke, her tone calm and composed.
"Good morning, Young Master. I’ve been instructed by Mr. Zarek to inform you that your training plans for today have been cancelled. You have other matters to attend to. The instructors at the First Training Ground have already been notified."
Asher paused, momentarily caught off guard. He hadn’t even completed a full week of training, and now he was being pulled away?
’Are they assigning me a personal instructor because of my talent?’ he wondered. It was the only explanation that made sense to him.