Kael moved through the wreckage with quiet control. The training room stank of scorched metal and ozone. Burnt fragments lay strewn across the floor—jagged pieces of plating, a robotic face split in half, limbs severed mid-motion.
His fist crashed into the last bot's face. The head didn't just crumple—it shattered. Kael's arm punched clean through, sparks vomiting from the wreck as his hand burst out the other side. The bot collapsed in a twitching heap.
He stood still. The floor around him was littered with mangled parts. Cracks ran across the walls, some blackened by heat, others dented from impact. Wires dangled from the ceiling like torn veins.
Kael let out a breath and flexed his fingers.
"They're too weak. I guess I really did grow stronger after that asteroid mission."
