The sound of metal weights clanking and soldiers hitting training dummies reverberated throughout the large Dragon Unit Training Center. There was a faint smell of sweat and iron in the air, and the steady thud of fists, kicks, and the sharp clang of metal hitting metal could be heard.
On one side of the hall, a group of soldiers sat cross-legged on the cold, tiled floor, eyes closed, focusing on their breathing.
Their were a faint trace of pressure around them as they tried to sense and gather the spiritual energy around them into their body and tries to regulate in the circulation they were taught in an attempt to awaken themself.
While Manas and Billy leaned against the wall in a nearby corner, arms folded and faces etched with deep thought. Both individuals were attired in the Dragon Unit's elegant black and grey tactical uniforms; however, their postures indicated the burden they carried.
