Renlo had gulped. That, in every sense, was a threat.
Sparring with Malakai was enlightening, he was able to confirm just how far the disparity between them was.
However, it was the hell he went through during each spar that made him shudder, the beatings. He didn't want to go through that! Not anymore.
Because of that, Renlo currently had a serious expression plastered on his face as he observed the course.
'Don't fall.'
He repeated the words to himself for the umpteenth time, taking a deep breath. Then, he dashed forward.
There was a visible difference now compared to the first time he went on this course.
There was no hint of sloppiness in his movement. His steps were fast, hitting the pillar with barely any force. He looked like a wind gliding through an array of pillars.
As he reached quarter way, projectiles began shooting towards him like missiles. But as he'd done uncountable times before, Renlo weaved through them, not pausing his steps.
