Training Montage - Crimson Princess (2)

Ember had been so engrossed with her training ever since her fateful meeting with Noxtis, she hadn't realized just how much she had neglected her body forging. She had reached the peak of the Muscle Stage, but her progress had largely waned due to her passion for practicing swords.

Ember didn't even know if she could consider herself a Peak Muscle stage beastkin any longer and might have very well regressed into the lower proficiency. Even though her mind and body railed against the torturous treatment it had been suddenly put through, Ember grit her teeth and bullkined her way through the training. She thought of how much further she could go, and the one who would stand by her side and who most likely training just as much if not harder than her.

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*achoo!*

Flint who had just arrived with a large savage buck slung over his shoulder