CHAPTER 92
It had now been ten minutes since Ray left the library, and currently, he was standing inside a massive training hall.
The facility was considerably wide and enormous, designed to fit hundreds upon hundreds of people comfortably.
Humanoid-looking steel dolls lined the perimeter, each deactivated and awaiting a command to strike.
A heavy punching bag—the same high-durability type used for standard Aspirant training—hung above the floor, suspended by an incredulously long, reinforced chain.
The moment he stepped inside, the air around him seemed to shift.
He instantly pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, letting it land haphazardly on a nearby treadmill.
His lean, defined muscles and abs were now on full display as he walked toward the punching bag with a predatory focus.
"I know I will mostly be battling Aberrants, but I still want to test something," he muttered, coming to a halt a few feet away from the target.
