A month had passed since Vergil had imprinted something far beyond strength on that creature's body and mind.
The training had been brutal—full days of uncompromising combat. But now, as he watched her cross the stone field, he knew the effort had paid off.
She was no longer the savage beast she had been before.
Her steps were firm, deliberate, but still carried the predatory ease of an animal that knew exactly how strong it was. Her tail swung slowly behind her, the movement subtle and calculated. Every muscle in her body—from her broad shoulders to her thick, sturdy legs—seemed sculpted for war.
