Chapter 24: Mountain of Skull (1/2)
Morning arrived swiftly over the barren plain, the sun hung in the sky, bathing the earth in its radiant glow.
At the encampment, the corpses of hundreds of corrupted creatures slain last night by the hero had already vanished with the first light of the day.
At present, the few soldiers left could be seen sitting solemnly around a small campfire. Their faces were devoid of joy as they heated their breakfast, not a single discussion was held among them.
Not so far away from the campfire, Alister and Theobald could be seen swinging their swords in unison, tracing the same pattern and creating a harmonious sword dance.
Theobald perspired profusely as he had been swinging his sword nonstop for more than four hours now. Though worn out, he refused to give up the only chance he had at improving his sword technique beyond its current level.
On the other hand, Alister was the exact opposite — the hero appeared as though he had just begun training, not a single drop of sweat could be seen on his body, and he even appeared extremely energized, a deep contrast to the captain.
Theobald could not help but admire the endurance of the young hero.
Their training continued for the next two hours until Theobald collapsed to the ground from overworking his body.
Alister stored his sword back in his inventory, and turned to the captain who was panting nonstop, capturing as much oxygen as he could.