Chapter 85

IRENE'S POV The day was warm, and the sounds of sparring filled the air as I stepped onto the training ground. It had been a while since I had been out here, and I was determined to push myself. With Leon’s help, I had started to regain my strength, and now I wanted to focus on sharpening my skills even further. I gripped the dagger in my hand, feeling its weight as I moved through a series of swift, fluid motions. Everything felt smooth, like my body was finally responding the way it should. But then, in a moment of distraction, the blade slipped, and I felt the sharp sting of metal slicing into my palm. "Damn it," I muttered, dropping the dagger and examining the wound. Blood welled up from the cut, but before I could even think about how to stop the bleeding, something strange happened. The skin started to come back together, the blood vanishing as if it had never been there. Within moments, the wound was gone, leaving behind nothing but smooth, unmarked skin. I stared at my hand, h