A tense silence enveloped the training hall. Calyx and Zaine stood on opposite ends, their breaths a steady whisper as they focused on their target—Cass, who stood calmly in the middle.
The air crackled with anticipation as the creaks from the dangling punching bags served as a countdown to the impending clash. Cass, her face painted in a calm and steely resolve, positioned between Calyx and Zaine, their hulking figures casting long shadows in the flickering neon light. Despite their predatory narrowed eyes and brute strength, Cass, aware of their still-imperfect control, exuded confidence regardless. A smirk quirked her lips, a silent challenge to the storm brewing before her.
"Come," she instructed.
