Blood, Sweat, Tears
“You’re being rather cruel”. Lyshia, the assistant trainer and mage, shot a look at me, gauging my reaction to her words. Of course, I did not give her the satisfaction she wanted. I wouldn’t be distracted, not by someone who did not understand what was happening. “Isn’t this too harsh, Gideon?” She sighed, gesturing at the crowd surrounding us. The smell of sweat and blood filled the air, metal swords clashing with loud clangs. If the numbers reported earlier were to be believed, nearly a thousand people had signed up to join the Vernian Army in this city. After the Claifenfield invasion, patriotism had skyrocketed within the country, leading to people enlisting. However, even if they wanted to join, they are not guaranteed a position. For many millennia, the Vernian Army had held a high standard for its soldiers. Those who do not reach the bar will be sent back home, even if that means that there are only five new recruits per city. “I’m looking for talent. Nothing less” I replied. N...