Garrison laughed.
He reached out, pulled her gently onto his lap, and held her hand.
"You're truly one of a kind," he said warmly. "I've never seen anyone as dignified as you."
Cassandra gave a tight smile.
Later that night, after returning home, Cassandra lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling.
In the end, she still sent Lana a message.
"I want to meet you. There's something we need to discuss."
Meanwhile, Lana was busy with her practical training.
The trials for the Haunted Grounds had finally begun.
As the name suggested, the Haunted Grounds were a gray zone, neither safe territory nor a full ghost zone.
Over the years, countless people had trained there: civilians, public and private police forces, and institutes responsible for grooming superhumans for mercenary teams.
It was immensely popular.
Yet it wasn't open freely. The government owned it, and anyone who wished to enter had to make a formal booking.
That alone spoke of its value.
