Training continued day after day, each session sharpening Lindarion's understanding of his affinities and their applications.
Selene had long grown accustod to his absurd talent, but even she found herself occasionally taken aback by his rapid progress.
Before they realized it, a full week had passed.
Lindarion's daily routine had beco almost chanical—wake up, train, eat, train again, and sleep. The als that appeared at the well, just as Thalorin had ntioned, were barely enough for the two of them.
And yet, Selene didn't even need food.
Lindarion let out a slow breath, stretching his muscles as he finished another practice session. Then, out of nowhere, he spoke:
"I'll have to send you back for now. My dear master, the one who so kindly abandoned in the middle of nowhere, should be showing up today since a week has passed since my arrival."
His voice carried a rare hint of disappointnt. He had grown used to having Selene by his side, helping him through each step of his training.
"I understand young master," Selene responded calmly, her voice smooth and unshaken. "But don't leave locked away for too long."
As soon as she finished speaking, shadows enveloped her, swallowing her figure whole.
Lindarion exhaled sharply.
'What's the next part of my training going to be…?'
He had beco exponentially stronger since arriving here.
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