Over two weeks passed in Garrison No. 7.
Every sunrise brought new waves of Hollows, and every night was filled with the cries of survivors and the clash of steel. The Junior Blood Legion did not rest. They fought, trained, and pushed their limits endlessly. Each battle carved deeper scars into their bodies, yet their growth was undeniable.
Venus's physical strength increased, now burning with greater control and destructive precision. Felix refined his blood manipulation to strike with surgical lethality, blending into the battlefield like a Red ghost. Rudos's healing arts became faster and stronger, able to sustain dozens at once under crushing pressure. Irina, once reckless, had grown calmer and more tactical, leading her clones with the poise of a seasoned warrior.
