Chapter 191 Something close to relief

Ira’s POV

My fist slams into the dummy, the impact tearing right through the sand sack at its center, throwing up coarse debris left and right.

I frown feeling nothing close to relief.

“Woah, woah.” Bukasvad voices from where he leans against the far post.

“Ira?” he calls. “Relax. We are not...

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