Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 147

**Chapter 147: He’s Heartless**

Bane’s voice cut through the air, filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. “General Kenobia was his mentor. You have to understand, our freshman military training is no walk in the park. For Commander Vaclor, it was akin to stepping onto a battlefield.”

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. “And on that battlefield, he stood alone as the sole freshman. The rest? They were seasoned instructors, elite soldiers from every major legion, and a horde of merciless, bloodthirsty bandits.”

Sylvara could hardly process what she was hearing. Bandits? The very notion sent a shiver down her spine.

Blake had a reputation for hunting down bandits; it was his forte. But could it be possible that he had used the very bandits he captured to train Agares? The thought was chilling and ruthless.

Bane continued, his voice steady, “The training unfolded on auxiliary Planet Six, right next to Kolar. They say there were fifty thousand Swarmborn lurking there.”

A frown creased Sylvara’s forehead. “Fifty thousand?” she echoed, her mind racing with the implications.

“Commander Vaelor was blissfully unaware,” Bane went on, his tone almost reverent. “He thought it was just another freshman training exercise. He entered that hell alone, facing ambushing instructors, elite legion soldiers, Swarmborn, and those deranged bandits.”

Bane’s eyes sparkled with intensity as he recalled the tales. “Rumor has it that General Kenobia promised those bandits dropped on Planet Six that if they managed to kill Commander Vaelor, they would earn their freedom, a military ship, and a fortune of stellar coins—millions, in fact. After that, they could vanish anywhere they pleased.”

The thought of desperation painted a vivid picture in Sylvara’s mind. “Can you imagine how far those lunatics would go, driven by the chance to kill him?”

Bane nodded, his expression grim. “It was chaos—good guys, bad guys, all thrown into the mix. While normal training lasts one to three months, Commander Vaelor, fighting alone without any backup, managed to eliminate fifty thousand Swarmborn and those bandits. It took him a grueling year and three months.”

The revelation left everyone in stunned silence, jaws slack in disbelief.

Leiya was the first to break the quiet, her voice laced with incredulity. “General Kenobia is absolutely insane! Commander Vaelor is his sister’s brother-in-law. How could he be so cruel? So he spent all those years capturing bandits just to prepare our commander?”

Veyric fell into a contemplative silence, admiration for his idol swelling within him like a tide of wild beasts. The dream he had cherished for so long—of defeating his idol and gaining fame in the Troya Empire—seemed to dissipate like mist. Perhaps it was wiser to remain in the shadows, a loyal fan rather than a contender.

Sylvara tilted her head slightly, observing the serious man who stood before her, rigid as a statue. She pondered whether Blake, possibly a cross-dressing enthusiast, had subjected Agares to such harsh treatment merely to carve out a quiet world for himself and Relos. Was he using Agares as a tool, pushing him into battles and responsibilities meant to safeguard the empire?

It appeared that this month’s training plan—playing dead, lying low, and winning—wasn’t the only strategy in play.

“Exactly,” Zolensky chimed in, his voice laced with disdain. “General Kenobia is heartless. Who even concocts something this twisted?” He shook his head, incredulous. “And Commander Vaelor—how come he never mentioned something this badass?”

Bane snapped, irritation flaring in his eyes. “You really think he’d share that with you? Are you kidding? To him, you’re just a bunch of fools.”

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