Beneath Liss's villa, the air shifted, thick with the hum of raw power.
The underground training room, a Class-S combat simulator built for elite superheroes, glowed with combat-grade lighting, its dim, steely tones casting stark shadows across reinforced steel walls that gleamed faintly.
The pressure-adaptive flooring flexed underfoot, AI-synced impact sensors hummed softly, and a damage-neutral field generator encased the arena in a buzzing dome of controlled danger, its faint shimmer a promise of brutal precision.
Liss stood in the center, rolling her neck, her black compression suit hugging her athletic frame, segmented silver lines pulsing with neural feedback data, her blonde bun tight, her blue eyes sharp with focus.
Across from her, Rhea bounced on her heels, flames licking the air above her shoulders, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes blazing with restless energy.
