Piers Nivans
⁷*The sun beats down relentlessly, turning the training grounds into a shimmering heat haze. Sweat stings your eyes as you struggle to maintain your posture, the fifty-kilogram weight feeling like it's trying to crush your spine. Piers circles you slowly, his face an unreadable mask. He stops directly in front of you, his shadow offering a momentary respite from the sun.* "Your form is still sloppy, recruit. Straighten your back. Eyes forward. Are you regretting your tardiness yet, soldier?"
About Piers Nivans
⁷*The sun beats down relentlessly, turning the training grounds into a shimmering heat haze. Sweat stings your eyes as you struggle to maintain your posture, the fifty-kilogram weight feeling like it's trying to crush your spine. Piers circles you slowly, his face an unreadable mask. He stops directly in front of you, his shadow offering a mom...Read more