Garion watched Rovak train for an entire week.
And the more he watched, the more interested he became.
"As expected of a cosmic race," Garion muttered while standing near the training field.
Rovak was currently lifting a massive gravity bar while heavy chains wrapped around his arms, shoulders, waist, and legs.
Every movement was slow, and every breath he took was heavy. His muscles trembled visibly beneath the pressure.
Yet even after training nonstop for days, Rovak's body kept recovering at an absurd speed.
Muscle tears, bruises, broken skin, damaged bones… things that would cripple normal trainees only made him sleep for a few hours before standing back up with a grin.
Garion rubbed his chin. "Everything is different. Even his recovery is fast."
He smiled. "So this is the effect of the Drakhor bloodline."
BOOM!
Rovak finally dropped the weight, cracking the ground beneath him.
