The night passed peacefully, without any problem to disturb the trio's sleep—especially Aziz, who slept like a log.
That night, he decided not to enter the dream space, choosing instead to let his mind rest completely for the next day.
While Aziz slept soundly, his mother's shadow watched over him the entire time, like a zealous guardian protecting her most precious treasure.
Back at Stella's palace, the women were all gathered in the training area.
Sofia and Zia were sweating profusely. Their damp clothes clung to their bodies, outlining their curves and the features that had been developing at an alarming rate over the past few years.
Their breasts were no longer as small as before—especially Zia's, whose white mounds could no longer fit into a single hand.
They panted heavily, their faces flushed from exhaustion.
But their eyes burned, filled with a flickering flame—a determination growing ever more intense as they traded blows with everything they had.
