yet my blood renders me a King
Sah found himself at the training grounds yet again. He'd found himself gravitating to the place more often since the initial war announcement. Training and taking his frustrations out in equal measure. With only seven seasons to go, the Abandoned found the urge even stronger. Sah was aware that he'd grown exponentially stronger sine first arriving in Caido but it wasn't enough. He couldn't help but compare his current strength to what he'd once held in his original world. Or comparing it to the people around him. Both comparisons made it startlingly clear to Sah that he was still unacceptably weak.
Today he was taking a break from working on his magic and was imply focusing on hand-to-hand combat. The punching back was nowhere near as satisfying to punch as a sparring partner, but it was what he had to work with at the moment. Sending a punishing left hook into the bag, Sah grimaced. It still wasn't enough.
Today he was taking a break from working on his magic and was imply focusing on hand-to-hand combat. The punching back was nowhere near as satisfying to punch as a sparring partner, but it was what he had to work with at the moment. Sending a punishing left hook into the bag, Sah grimaced. It still wasn't enough.
Sah
