Aurelian breathed in, letting the thrice-filtered air into his lungs. It was refreshing, as it was meant to be, and prepared him for the coming test.
The training chamber hummed around him, every wall lined with mirrored alloy that reflected his figure in sharp detail. The room was rectangular, but the surfaces weren't fixed. Instead, they shifted depending on the session's demands, each plate sliding seamlessly into new formations as ordered by the central system.
Right now, it was a bare hall, a hundred feet long, lights flooding down from panels recessed overhead.
He took a moment to admire his figure. Over six feet tall, strong but lean, with a head of auburn brown hair and vibrant yellow eyes. He had always been called handsome, and as he got older, it was easier to tell why.
Aurelian twirled the staff in his hand, letting it blur into a whirl of steelwood and crackling energy.
