The recruits returned to their quarters, their bodies heavy with fatigue from the brutal training.
Their steps were slow, as if each movement was a struggle against the weight of the vests and the toll of the day's trials.
Some made their way to the infirmary, seeking what relief they could.
The healers worked swiftly, mending their wounds and injuries, but the healing was far from complete.
It was a controlled process, allowing their bodies to mend naturally, to endure the strain and forge resilience in the process.
The pain, though lessened, would remain, a constant reminder of their limitations.
Afterward, they ate, though the food barely satisfied the gnawing hunger that clung to them.
Fatigue still pressed on their limbs, making every bite feel like an effort.
The recruits knew time was against them.
Sleep was their only respite, and even that felt insufficient.
