Inside one of Glory Academy's specialized combat simulation chambers, a massive door groaned open, gears clicking into place. A long, dim corridor led into the core of the room where glowing arcane runes floated above the metal floor. A mechanical voice echoed softly, emotionless and ancient:
"Welcome, Blake Raven. Please select difficulty."
Four modes illuminated on a floating screen — Easy, Normal, Hard, Hell.
Blake didn't even flinch.
He scratched the back of his head, his jet-black hair falling messily over his forehead. A heavy yawn escaped his lips, and he rolled his purple eyes lazily at the choices.
"…Tch. Normal's fine. I don't feel like sweating today."
