Chapter 46 : The Headless Charge
After a full day of rest, Dirga’s body moved like a machine reborn. No lingering aches. No hesitation in his muscles. His mind felt sharper, as if even fatigue had bowed to his will.
He stood at the edge of his room, staring at the clock.
05:10 PM.
Right on cue.
Snap.
Sasa flicked his fingers, and the world unraveled.
Light distorted, and with a flash of crimson static, Dirga was pulled back into the training arena — a place soaked in blood, memory, and pain. The skies were still the same, swirling like a storm caught between reality and a fever dream. The stone floor still bore the scars of his last battles.
It was the eighth day of hell.
No time to breathe.
A sharp buzz sliced through the air.
Dirga’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t even have to look. He could feel them now.