Liam and his friends had trained until exhaustion, pushing themselves to the limit. By nightfall, they finally wrapped up their session, and most had gone their separate ways. Dylan and Max left first, muttering something about a meeting with their forgemastery instructor.
Ariana had a similar excuse—something about helping Mystica with an undisclosed task.
That left only Liam, Asher, Sheila, and Charlotte lingering in the training hall, cooling off after their intense sparring.
"Well, well, would you look at that? Four of us left—two guys, two girls~" Charlotte mused as she and Sheila emerged from the girls' changing room.
"Don't even start, Charlotte," Sheila warned as they approached the boys.
"What? It's perfect! You pair up with Asher, and I'll take my lovely Liam. Simple, isn't it, princess?" Charlotte grinned mischievously, making sure Asher and Liam heard every word.
"UGH, NEVER!" Asher and Sheila shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the hall.
