บท 93: Princess Ameriah

One week.

It had been one week since I woke up from the abyss of unconsciousness.

But it had been six months since I was summoned into this tumultuous reality.

Baaaam!

The sound of my fist colliding with the solid surface reverberated through the air, a testament to the force behind my strike. I stood in a special training room, meticulously designed by the Demons for my rigorous regimen. This place was no ordinary training ground—it was an arena where the very fabric of space conspired against me. Gravity here was an unforgiving force, bearing down on me with relentless pressure. To add to the challenge, the ambient mana was rendered inert, making it impossible to channel any magical energy.