Skylar

I collapse onto a fallen log, my muscles singing with the effort of the morning's training. Neo and Alaric join me, their presence a comforting weight on either side. The forest around us is alive with the gentle sounds of nature—a stark contrast to the intensity of our earlier session. We share a flask of water, the cool liquid a balm to my parched throat.

"Who knew playing with fire could be so exhausting?" I joke, passing the flask to Neo. My laughter is light, but it ...