Lilith

The following days fell into a predictable rhythm for Atticus. He endured the grueling training sessions, his body screaming in protest as he absorbed punches, kicks, and the occasional stray elbow from the motley crew of fighters. He gritted his teeth, channeling the pain into a steely resolve. Each bruise, each ache, was a badge of honor, an honor he was going to shove into every guard's ass soon enough.

He had found a new way to exploit and also control his physique. He realized that the longer he could hold off on healing his body the better his physique reconstruction would be when it happened, so with the help from rhea he learned a few tricks which disabled his regeneration. Of course this made taking a beating a little harder but if he didn't disable his regeneration his physique would have defied common sense and raised flags among his training partners.

In the evenings, after the arena had emptied and the last of the drunken patrons had stumbled out of the tavern, Atticus re
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