Victor performed inverted push-ups in the center of the mansion's inner courtyard, supporting his entire body with one hand while remaining completely upside down. His fingers had sunk a few millimeters into the stone, his legs stayed perfectly aligned above him, and his arm bent slowly until his hair almost touched the ground. His execution was flawless, but his face showed no concentration, determination, or satisfaction from the training. His eyes were dead, the dark circles beneath them remained deep, and his expression belonged to someone whose soul had abandoned his body during the night.
He had been drained nearly to death.
