The training room lay in disarray, the walls crumbled and marred by numerous dents, evidence of the intense battle that had taken place.
Amidst the debris, Hana stood, her breaths heavy and labored, her golden exosuit bearing the scars of combat.
The metal plates, once pristine, now carried scratches and dents, a testament to the ferocity of the training session.
Her grip on the slender longsword wavered slightly, exhaustion evident in her every move.
Opposite her, Xuling remained untouched, her black sword gleaming ominously in the artificial light.
Her red suit, though sleek, showed no signs of wear or tear. It clung to her frame seamlessly, untouched by the chaos that surrounded them.
Hana collapsed onto her knees, clearly worn out, her nanosuit slowly retracting to reveal the white outfit she had worn earlier.
Julia moved towards Hana with concern etched on her face.
