The Taboo Of Multiple Lives
Sigurd and Asura's training lasted over seven hours before his physical power reached its limit.
Their blows continued increasing in power, speed and magical force. The conflict was so intense the training room became a mess. Sigurd's last slash almost cut across Asura's neck. Saved by his black scales that shattered from the explosive blow of her magic.
He staggered, almost collapsing, but used Lumeris Nova to stand. The tip dug into the ground because he lacked power.
'I can feel something. At the bottom of my stomach, I need more!'
"Shall we call it here, Asura? Ha...haa..." Sigurd asked. Her face looked tired look as she sheathed her long Katana.
"Haa....Haa....Haa..."
Asura's breathing and body were a complete mess. Yet looked at her with sharp eyes, like a wolf ready to pounce.
"Wait..."