It had been two days since the day Luck ran the marathon of his life, two days since he felt his legs were moments away from snapping, two days since he almost died…
Who would have thought that their first class with Arlder would have taken him closer to death's door than a clash with literal beasts?
His punishment was so intense that for the last two days Luck had difficulty walking, he now had to slowly drag himself to whatever place he needed to be.
It was so frustrating that he had to spend the money he had earned on ordering food. Now he was almost out.
Every single plan he had for the week had been canceled, his plan to get his bracelet from Zia, hunting for skrills, his sword training… every single thing.
These days, he found himself sitting and pondering how long it would take for his leg to heal and sometimes reprimanding Arlder who had been coming around seemingly to mock his newly added disability.