"Hey!"
"Hex!"
"Times up."
Greg shouted down the slope as he and Vin picked their tools.
Hex didn't hear him. He continued to push himself. Stone after stone. Boulder after boulder.
'The baron is a Transformation Knight.'
Hestia's words echoed through his head.
He was sweating.
He was panting.
His chest hurt like hell.
But he kept going. The boulders were heavy. Without the passive enhancement of his Blessing, there would be no way to pick some of them up.
But none of the boulders felt as heavy as the words Hestia uttered.
"Hey. Hex. Relax man."
Hex felt someone pull his arms. But Hex didn't want to leave. He had to train.
"What the fuck man."
Splash.
The ice cold water stunned his thoughts. The echoes in his head disappeared. Hex looked up.
Greg stood in front of him. Vind held a bucket in his hand. They were both looking at Hex worriedly.
"T-thank you." Hex exhaled. He grabbed the cloth Greg handed him over and wiped his face.
