In the course of the last two hours, Dahlia had come to accept one thing.
'The space attribute sucks!'
Mentally, the girl was screaming, her slow progress to master the element was now fueled more by her desire to prove a point and 'defeat' the element rather than to meet whatever expectations her mother had put on her. Sure, she had made progress in these last few hours but she had also experienced more than her fair share of suffering along the way.
In that time, Dahlia had nearly knocked herself unconscious fifteen separate times, had (and then reopened) a nosebleed five times, threw up eleven times, and had sweat so profusely that her light linen top clung to her like she had just gotten out of a lake. All said, the girl looked like something the cat dragged in, but even so the determination in her eyes had only grown.