Selene Voldreck stood atop a mountain, overlooking a dark lake, as a storm of unnatural fury raged around her. Thunder roared, rain poured in torrents, and the wind howled like wounded beasts. Mother Nature herself seemed to be in a fit of wrath, with no discernible cause.
Yet despite the fury of the elements, Selene remained unmoved. She still wore the sacred uniform of the Sword Gods. Around her, the rain dared not fall—each drop disintegrated before it could even touch her.
Arms crossed, she gazed down toward the base of the slope, where a lone figure fought against mud and exhaustion. A young girl was relentlessly training, doing push-ups in the soaked earth, her back burdened by a massive stone.
"One thousand five... one thousand six... one thousand seven..." she whispered, breathless. Her voice trembled with strain, but her determination cut through the rain like a blade.
From above, Selene watched her without blinking.
