Three months later…
The next few months were hectic, throughout the time, Stark trained like a beast and worked like a slave.
From physical training like throwing punches underwater while being tied down with weights to cracking rocks with his fists, Stark did a series of strange and painful exercises.
Then after training with Alaric, he would join Kael on the expedition to the mountain which had finally reached its peak.
He was tired, mentally drained and in pain all over, but it was not for nothing.
His muscles had grown exponentially both in strength and in size, his skill with a sword had magnified and his mental alertness had improved, and today—
Today was the day Alaric judged everything…
Standing shirtless under the pointing rain with nothing but his trousers on his waist, and his weapons strapped on his body, Stark slowly moved his hands forwards, his eyes bearing far more sharpness than two months back.
He took a beep breath and breathed out steam.
