Chapter 158: Adelaide.

“How is this part of what training entails?”

I sigh and turn to look at Safira.

“Lying on the grass is a way to connect to the earth around us. The spirit of nature.”

“The spirit of nature will hardly come to your rescue when you’re engaged in battle Adelaide. Stop messing around and get up so we can actually start doing something worthwhile.”

I groan at her words because this is impossible. It’s difficult enough to fall asleep on the bare floor without being questioned every five minutes as to the aim of this activity, talk less of when I'm getting questioned serially.

“Don’t you just feel like resting sometimes, Safira? Just taking a break to escape all this chaos?”

I don’t see Safira’s reaction but her voice is melancholy when she speaks.

“I would, but not when lives are on the line. Your life and possibly Cain’s rides on if you’re successful in the tournament.”

Something in my chest deflates at Safira’s words because she might be right. There’s hardly anything stopping Lyros from