The gym at Dominion Sanctum was nothing short of extraordinary,an experience that couldn't be found elsewhere. It boasted a vast space that seemed as long as half a football field, held up by strong steel beams fortified with black titanium.
Rows of weight racks stood neatly aligned like soldiers, accompanied by digital punching walls and altitude chambers. In the background, gravity-adjustable treadmills emitted a soft hum.
The atmosphere was filled with the scents of metal, warmth, and hard work.
Even though it was evening, the gym pulsed with a quiet energy,the lights were dimmed to a warm bronze, casting long shadows over the gleaming floor. Outside the large windows, the skyline of Varenya sparkled like a galaxy caught beneath a veil of clouds.
In the center of this impressive setting was Arthur.
He easily lifted a barbell stacked with weights that most would struggle to even consider lifting, pressing it overhead without a hint of hesitation.
