It was four in the evening, as the sun took its last breath. The trio stood in a triangle, their breaths steady but heavy, bodies already giving up from the earlier drills. Meditation had come first, that deep dive into the Ability Chamber.
Marcus paced slowly in front of them. The training hall was filled with sweat and energy, with hours of drills that the trio had performed just before. His shadows spread across his feet, small tendrils sliding across the mats.
The trio adjusted without a word. Adam spread his claws, shaking his head to wake himself up from all the exhaustion he had faced earlier. Elesch leaned on her rapier upright, but was drained from the earlier drills.
Nova looked ready to go, as all the earlier drills were just a warm-up for this moment. The trio had to work together as a team to fight Marcus and maybe try to touch him this time. Nova took a deep breath, then exhaled through his mouth, cracking his bones to indicate that the trio was ready.
