News of Death.

In Coldland.

''Haaah!''

*BAM!*

A young woman with beautiful black hair styled in a ponytail was hitting a wooden training dummy. She was wearing tight pants with sport bras that left her stomach and lower back visible.

Her beautiful face was drenched in sweat, but it only made her soft skin shine and look more delicate.

The sweatdrops trickled down from her collarbones all the way through her cleavage before dropping down to the floor.

The floor around her was getting slippery, caused by the sweat, but she didn't mind and kept striking the training dummy like it was her nemesis.

A shimmer of light appeared from the windows, making the previous bright room even brighter.

''It's already a morning?'' Azura looked surprised as the light covered her vision, but she didn't turn her head away, instead enjoyed the warmth coming from the sun.

*Creak*