The training room doors slid open with a soft metallic hum, light spilling across the corridor as Lucian stepped inside.
The place was alive with movement. The floor shifted between terrains in pulses of holographic light—jagged rock formations one moment, a rain-slicked street the next. Targets flickered in and out of existence, their outlines breaking into bursts of data as they were destroyed.
Evelyn's hands blurred with spellwork, weaving sharp arcs of flame that cut down rows of simulated beasts. Silas darted between cover points, his reinforced coat trailing behind him as he dismantled a mechanical drone with clean, efficient shots. Reia moved like liquid shadow, her twin blades cutting invisible seams in the air before the targets even appeared. Vyn stood near the far wall, her black robes stirring faintly as shadows coiled at her feet, lashing upward to crush a construct mid-leap.
