[You'll feel like you're dying, but that's the whole point!]
"Great," I muttered, almost too sarcastically. "Sounds fun."
Still, I didn't stop.
I continued the breathing technique, keeping the flow steady as I moved to the center of the room. The space was small, but there was enough room for basic exercises.
I started with push-ups.
One.
Two.
Three.
It was easy. Too easy.
So I adjusted.
I slowed down, forcing my muscles to stretch and contract with every movement, making each push-up as controlled as possible. I focused on the tension, the way my body trembled slightly under the deliberate strain.
Mana pulsed through my veins, reinforcing every fibre of my being.
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
A dull ache spread through my arms and shoulders, but I kept going. The goal wasn't just to exercise.
It was to push my body beyond what it was comfortable with—to tear it down so it could rebuild stronger.
