The training ground looked like a war zone.
I stood in the center of what used to be Silver Creek's pristine combat facility, staring at scorch marks that ran in perfect spirals across concrete walls. The metal practice dummies had been reduced to twisted sculptures that belonged in a modern art museum. Even the reinforced floor showed stress fractures that formed geometric patterns too precise to be accidental.
"Well," Logan said from the doorway, surveying the destruction with professional interest. "That's new."
"I can't control it." The admission tasted like failure. "Every time I try to access the enhanced abilities Celeste transferred, everything just... explodes."
Logan stepped carefully around a crater that definitely hadn't been there yesterday. "Define 'everything.'"
