Training: Day-3
"Huff… Huff… I-I cannot… J-Just give me a rest," Ophis gasped, her voice trembling, legs burning and heavy as stone. Her lower half felt numb... she could barely lift her feet anymore, every muscle screaming in protest as she pushed herself through yet another endless lap.
Essa shrugged with an indifferent tone, arms crossed beneath her hood, eyes glinting. "Oh, please. This isn't even the real test. I thought Ophis Dracula would demolish this with ease—aren't you supposed to be a legend? Or are you just a pampered brat with a famous name?"
Ophis' fists clenched, "How dare you look down on me… Of course, this is nothing to me, bitch!" she spat, rage driving her as she forced herself into a sprint, feet pounding on the enchanted treadmill, sweat flying.
Essa, lips curling into a wicked grin, turned the glowing knob as the speed of the treadmill surged.
The boost jolted Ophis forward. Gritting her teeth, she pushed on, refusing to falter.
