A flash of gold-light envelops Alix.
He teleports.
The air folds in around him and reforms with a snap.
Alix appears in the center of his private training ground, the floor gleaming with obsidian tiles, etched with shifting runes that respond faintly to his presence. Pillars of glowing crystal line the walls, and a gentle breeze—artificial, yet sharp—whispers through the chamber like the breath of some ancient force.
At the far end of the room, Ruva is already in motion.
The girl darts forward, her twin short swords slicing through the air in swift, elegant arcs. The Tier 4 dummy in front of her—shaped like a six-armed shadow beast—lunges with unnatural speed, but she ducks under the strike, her long braid whipping around as she channels a sudden gust of wind beneath her boots.
Whoosh!
She flips over the next strike, then sweeps her blades upward, riding a blade of wind that cuts through the dummy's center. It staggers, shimmer-flickers, and resets its stance.
