The sound of a growl echoed through the crimson peaks at the far end of the Academy's training mountains.
Danny stood there shirtless with his muscular body drenched in sweat as his chest rose and fell like a raging furnace.
He had been training since dawn. Now, long after dusk had fallen, he was still going at it with his Berserker class's mana flaring crimson around him.
His companions had all gone to rest. The night winds cut against his bare skin, but he paid it no mind.
Two massive boulders, each the size of a wagon, rested before him. With a roar that sent tremors across the mountain ridge, Danny stooped low and hurled both onto his back. His muscles bulged as veins crawled like furious serpents across his arms and neck.
"Raaaagh!"
With a mighty heave, he charged forward, dragging and lifting the stones up the steep incline until he reached the summit. Every step cracked the ground beneath him, every breath sounded like a war cry.
