Melia trained until the sun disappeared under the horizon.
When darkness subsumed the land, the endless stamina she used to train vanished.
"Ugh…"
A deep sluggishness washed over every cell in her body. Her mind slowed, her breathing grew faint, and her heart was beating much slower than before.
It was a crash after all that adrenaline was pumped through her veins. A crash unlike any other, one that only those with a Blessing of Light could understand.
But Melia had grown used to this too.
"Hey,"
A familiar voice rang in her ear, accompanied by the shuffling of four sets of footsteps. Their leather training boots rustled the dusty, compacted soil as they walked.
Melia looked over, feeling a smile appear on her face despite the fatigue.
"Oh, it's you guys."
The four who similarly bore the Blessing of Light within their souls—just like her.
