Kaliyah's POVDigging my claws into its chest, I ripped through the coarse material like it was paper. I slashed the dummy again and again, letting out my pent-up emotions in the process.I could have easily destroyed it in one go, but I needed it to last longer, to suffer, to endure my strength. My claws slashed through its arms, its legs, and its neck, tearing it apart piece by piece. The material began to fray and shed under my relentless assault, yet it wasn't enough—it needed to endure more.Suddenly, I imagined the dummy as Kovu and Asterion, and my mana flared out of control. I plunged my claws into the dummy's torso and released the energy. My mana burst out like a wave, exploding from my core and tearing the dummy apart. Its pieces flew everywhere like leaves in a storm, but I was still left feeling extremely dissatisfied.“Urghh,” I grunted, looking around the training ground. I needed more, I needed another target, something else to destroy and tear apart, or better yet, a
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