Kevin's POV
After a month since my arrival in Serif…
It had been a month since the queen had decided to let me stay here so that I could get stronger and essentially stand a better chance at defeating the Seven Dark mages and also in turn be able to come back to Serif in time to save my homeworld. I lay on the dirt ground of the arena that I'd just received my daily dose of pummeling whilst learning the art of fighting with a staff. This was part of the training for someone who wanted to get their skewerer in case they were to ever wield them to their maximum potential.
Morgan was the one who was responsible for teaching me this specific part of the training and here I lay on the ground panting. It had been a month since I started and I wasn't getting the hang of it at all. "Are you sure you're Serifian? You're still as terrible as you were when you started this training. I don't think this will…"