Training Hall Alpha was nothing like the training grounds.
Ryan stepped through the double doors and stopped, taking it in. The hall was massive, easily large enough to hold a couple hundred people. But instead of open space for drills or sparring, it was set up like a lecture hall. No, more like a university auditorium.
Tiered seating rose in neat rows, each level higher than the last, creating a steep amphitheatre that looked down onto a raised platform at the front. The instructor's stage sat at the lowest point, positioned so every student had a clear line of sight.
Large windows lined the upper walls, letting in the morning sunlight. The light spilled across the wooden benches and stone floor, bright and warm after the cold pre-dawn training session outside.
Students were filing in, claiming seats, pulling out notebooks and crude pencils. The atmosphere was different here. Quiet and calm. A well needed break after Ryan's previous lesson.
