One month had passed.
Every disciple of the Sanatan Flame Sect had endured the hellish warm-up training devised by Shaurya. Day after day, without a single break, they trained under the crushing burden of weight bracelets—each weighing a full ton.
The sect grounds echoed with the sounds of hardship.
Every morning, disciples threw themselves into endless cycles of 10,000 push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and jumping jacks, followed by fifty laps from the sect's mountain gate to the valley below and back. By the end of each day, their bodies trembled with exhaustion, muscles screaming, sweat drenching their robes, yet none dared to stop.
They pushed their limits, inching closer to breaking. Their wills refused to fade. In Shaurya's sect, there was no discrimination between genders; everyone endured the same torment. Shaurya's belief in equality left no room for favoritism.
