Deep underground beneath Grandeur City, within the training hall constructed specifically for Liam under Queen Lucy's orders, a deafening bang echoed as something—someone—was violently hurled across the vast chamber and crashed into the reinforced side wall.
The impact was thunderous, the kind that should have shaken the very foundations above. Yet, due to the powerful sound-cancellation and shock-absorption spells layered throughout the hall, not even a whisper of that force escaped to the surface.
"I told you," Mabel said evenly, her voice calm and unshaken as she stood at the center of the hall, a curved sword resting firmly in her grip.
She remained clad in her Royal Corps attire, her half-mask still in place, giving her an air of composed authority.
"…choosing not to go all out won't help you today," she continued, her hazel-brown eyes locked onto the crater embedded in the wall far ahead.
Within that crater, faint movement stirred.
