Meanwhile,Atlas who woke up earlier that morning with a fire burning in his chest.
He didn't waste a second.
Before the sun had fully risen, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, he was already outside the dormitory, running laps around the academy yard. The cold morning air scraped against his lungs with each breath, sharp and biting, but he pushed through it. Sweat soaked through his shirt within minutes, plastering it to his back, yet he kept going. One lap. Two. Five. Ten.
His legs burned. His chest heaved. But he didn't stop.
After finishing his laps, muscles already trembling with exertion, he headed straight for Arena Nexus—the academy's state-of-the-art virtual combat training ground.
