Garion sat in his room, leaning back in his chair.
The room was quiet, but outside the window the lights of God Island were still on. Even at night, the base did not truly sleep.
The next day, the war would begin.
Garion rested one arm on the desk and looked out the window for a moment.
The past few days had been busy.
All the disciples had been forced to train under the hundred-times gravity of the island.
Many of them had struggled at first, barely able to stand, but slowly they had adapted.
Now most of them could at least walk normally. Some were even starting to train properly.
Mersha had also been working nonstop in the laboratory.
Bottles of potions and supplements had already filled several storage racks.
Meanwhile, Valtor and Arden had been busy inside the forge. They had produced a surprising number of weapons.
Garion scratched his head slightly. "Not bad for a few days of work."
Then suddenly... Ring!
