Two days passed before the arguments settled into something quieter.
The training halls were still loud, but the tone had changed. At first people had debated the two approaches like rival teams, each group trying to prove their method superior. That phase didn't last long. The Triangle had a way of grinding ideas against reality until the shouting stopped.
Now students watched more than they spoke.
Lucas noticed it during the afternoon rotation. He was halfway through a drill when he realized nobody was arguing at the edges of the practice circles anymore. They were observing, trying things, adjusting when something failed.
It felt different.
Not calmer exactly. Just more focused.
He finished the drill and stepped out of the circle, wiping sweat from the back of his neck. The projection grid faded beneath his boots, leaving faint afterimages on the polished floor.
Across the hall, two B-tier groups were running the same exercise.
