Chapter 167 - The Spar to Come

The training facility's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the sterile walls, their incessant humming creating an almost hypnotic backdrop to the tension that filled the air. The medium-sized room felt both spacious and claustrophobic at once, its emptiness amplifying every sound—every footstep, every whispered conversation, every nervous breath. The polished concrete floor reflected the overhead lighting in fragmented patterns, while the walls bore the subtle scuff marks and dents that spoke of countless training sessions and sparring matches that had taken place within these confines.