The door was barely open before Noah understood what he was looking at.
Lucas stood at the far end of the training room with his arms loose at his sides, the kind of loose that wasn't relaxed at all, that was the specific stillness of someone who had already decided what the next three seconds looked like. Electricity ran from his knuckles to his elbows in thin arcs, not building, just present, the way breathing was present.
Across from him Jayden had his weight on his back foot. His left arm had frost crawling up from the wrist, blue white and climbing slow. His right arm ran the opposite direction, heat distortion rising from the skin, the air above his forearm visibly warping. Both at once, neither canceling the other out, the twin energies sitting in the same body like they had always lived there.
Sophie stopped beside Noah in the doorway.
Neither of them said anything.
