Garion sat quietly, staring at the holographic planet rotating in front of him.
The planet itself looked brutal.
Violent storms swirled across the surface while endless mountain ranges stretched through the land like jagged scars.
Parts of the oceans were frozen solid, while other regions glowed red from volcanic activity.
Garion raised an eyebrow. "This is the planet you're giving me? Why does it look more like a death trap than a gym world?"
Paren smiled calmly. "Because it practically is a death trap planet."
Hearing that, Garion blinked in surprise. "Then why the hell are you giving it to me?"
He crossed his arms in annoyance. "Didn't I tell you I wanted a planet to train on, not a place to die?"
Paren only chuckled. "Of course I know that. But hear me out for a second, will you?"
Garion sighed dramatically. "Fine then. Please enlighten me, Sir Paren."
Paren nodded. "Thank you, Garion. Now let me explain why I chose this planet for you."
