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past battles. That morning, the sky turned a steely gray, foreshadowing a day without indulgence. Ravenn stood on a stone dais, staring impassively at the frail figure of E

the air like a sentence. "You do not have the luxury of gentleness here." His words were heavy with

s and piercing gaze, stepped forward. His muscular and tattooed figure evoked that of a seasoned warrior, accustomed to the rigors o

must learn to take the pain and get back up after every fall." His tone was devoid of any indulgence, and

pounding the dusty ground as he followed close behind, shouting orders. "Faster! Don't dawdle, or you'll end up lost in the shadows of the weak!"

the warriors who formed the circle around the field increased the pressure, turning every moment into a test of strength and will. The wind wh

. "Defend yourself!" he shouted as she struggled to parry a series of blows that forced her back, her face contorted with the effort. Elyara, in a clumsy but determined movement, trie

luxury you cannot afford." She had barely looked up at him when a well-placed blow sent her falling heavily to the ground. Dust f

d aching in her limbs, straightened up as best she could. She felt tears of pain and shame threaten to mingle with the sweat that beaded on her

lyara's every move, analyzing her failures and her rare moments of courage. The Alpha's silence, punctuated by rare murmurs from her lieutenants,

slightly from the effort, Ravenn advanced slowly towards Elyara. He stood behind her, arms crossed, observing the weakness and dete

er, "that pain is your ally here. It shapes you, forges you, and it is through it that you will become worthy of surviving amo

replied, her voice slightly cracked but filled with fierce determination. "I want to learn, even if the pain breaks my body, I wa

e, he added, in a tone that was meant to be both harsh and encouraging: "You will have to be stronger, Elyara, or this place will be your grave." Those words, simp

tepped forward again and prescribed a series of exercises designed to test Elyara's physical and mental limits. He had her run through obstacle

"Show me that you can get back up, that you're not made of the same stuff as the weak." Each word

her pride wounded with each fall. The dust that rose with each of her movements seemed to turn into a sort of veil of determination, covering her injuries and her f

ot only Elyara's physical stamina, but also the strength of her will. His eyes, an impenetrable gray, seemed to capture the very essence of every mov

imposed by Khael, Ravenn approached once more. This time, he said nothing at first, contenting himself with looking at her, silently assessing the transfo

ronger than your fear, more resilient than your weaknesses." The whisper, both intimate and threatening, sent shivers down Elyara'

young woman who, in the face of adversity, had dared to stand up. The lieutenants gradually withdrew, their gazes lost in the shadows

tep on this path would be fraught with challenges, that every fall would be a painful lesson in strength and resilience. But in the shadow of this brutal train

at her side, his inscrutable gaze reminding her that the road would still be long, strewn with pitfalls and sacrifices. In this mixture of pain, defiance and fragile hope, the brutal trai

word, every falter was another stone added to the edifice of her resilience. And as Ravenn slowly retreated into the shadows, leaving the young woman