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Darius I wiped the sweat from my brow, feeling the burn in my muscles as I surveyed the group of warriors sprawled on the training grounds. They panted and shook, clearly worn out from the relentless drills. Today, I’d pushed them harder than usual, teaching them techniques my old master once drilled into me. “All right, enough,” I called, my voice ringing with authority. “We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.” The warriors groaned with relief, exchanging looks of exhaustion and gratitude before dispersing. For me, training was just one part of the endless responsibilities of a chief commander. Planning, strategizing, and, lately, dealing with pack politics seemed never-ending. I’d lost track of how many hours I’d been out here. My body was heavy with fatigue, and I decided I’d ear