Chapter 72: The Rhythm of Chaos
The hum of Hope's Refuge filled the air like a low heartbeat.
In the stillness of the chamber, energy fields rippled faintly across the hexagonal walls, casting faint reflections that shifted like waves. The simulation chamber — personal to Ava — had been reconfigured for today's session.
No cities, no cataclysms, no chaos storms. Just an open expanse of reinforced alloy, glowing faintly with an amber hue.
A training field stripped bare, ready to host whatever madness Team Chaos decided to unleash.
"Okay, ground rules!" Ava clapped once, her tone far too bright for what was clearly going to end in bruises. "No killing. No maiming. Like that's gonna happen. No dramatic mid-fight speeches about destiny."
Zephyr groaned, stretching his shoulders. "You say that like we don't need dramatic speeches to win."
Kael rolled his neck, the faint sparks of lightning gathering around his fingertips. "You only give speeches when you're losing."
