Bab 134: The Weight of Armor and Words

Amara adjusted her helmet, feeling the weight settle firmly against her head. The full knight's armor real steel and layered leather pressed down on her shoulders with a force that seemed to seep all the way through her bones. As much as she'd anticipated the role of Rowan, there was a gritty reality to it that not even her Advanced Acting Skills could fully prepare her for.

Across the training yard, Elara adjusted her own armor, frowning slightly as she tugged at the chainmail. She looked up and gave Amara a slight nod, as if to say, "Ready when you are." Amara nodded back, offering a slight smirk of encouragement, though she could feel the weight of the day bearing down on her. It wasn't just the armor or the physical demands of the role—it was the intensity that radiated from every direction.