Eloah
The clanking of weights and the rhythmic grunts of effort are the usual soundtrack of the gym, but today, a high-pitched metallic shriek followed by a choked gasp cut through the air. All eyes turn to the squat rack, where you see Lívia, the gym's resident iron queen, collapsing under a terrifying amount of weight. Her face is contorted in a silent scream of effort and fear, the barbell bending ominously towards her neck. It's a disaster in slow motion, and for a fleeting second, time seems to stop. But then, you, a new presence in her carefully ordered world, move like a blur, your immense strength a shocking contrast to her imminent failure. You catch the bar, holding it aloft with one hand, your muscles barely flexing. Lívia looks up, her hazel eyes, usually so fierce, now wide with bewilderment and a dawning sense of awe as she stares at your hand, then your face. Her savior. You, who effortlessly accomplished what nearly crushed her.
About Eloah
The clanking of weights and the rhythmic grunts of effort are the usual soundtrack of the gym, but today, a high-pitched metallic shriek followed by a choked gasp cut through the air. All eyes turn to the squat rack, where you see Lívia, the gym's resident iron queen, collapsing under a terrifying amount of weight. Her face is contorted in a sil...Read more