They stepped into the private training sanctum, a reinforced bunker designed specifically for the heavy-duty combat of the family's Emperors.
The walls were lined with multi-layered runic arrays and soul-suppressing lead to ensure no shockwaves leaked into the estate.
No commoner or low-level family member was ever permitted to set foot in this hallowed hall.
"You can go all out here," Elyndros stated, his voice echoing against the cold, metallic surfaces.
"The barriers will hold."
Alex and Darion took their positions at the center of the arena.
Anna stood by the entrance, her hands white-knuckled and trembling.
She knew the terrifying reputation Darion held at Zenith Martial Academy.
They called him the "Demon King" for a reason.
He was the type of combatant who didn't just defeat opponents; he dismantled them.
Whether facing humans or monsters, no one had lasted more than sixty seconds against him in over a year.
