Chapter 283: Going Soft Was Failing Them

On the parade ground, everyone lay flat, huffing through push-ups. Sweat pooled into dark patches beneath their chests. Daniel Lyson walked past with his hands behind his back. Whenever someone sagged, he planted a boot on their back. Adriel lay pinned like a turtle. "Sir, have mercy. We've done four thousand. My arms are breaking!" Vincent looked utterly done. "Sir, I'm seeing stars. Let us take a break. We really know we were wrong!" Daniel kept his hands clasped behind him and moved past them,...