The Evolution Forge was quiet.
Not silent, just quiet. A low, humming pulse beat steadily from the walls, like the heart of a sleeping machine.
The place remained as sleek and sterile as always, its pure white expanse glowing softly, clean and cold like a surgeon's dream.
Ren sat cross-legged in the center, eyes narrowed in focus despite the slight fatigue he was feeling.
Today had been a very eventful day. He had single-handedly dominated an arena during the first trial and had qualified for the next trial taking place tomorrow.
With his performance today, one thing was clear, his fame was already spreading rapidly throughout the three side blocks.
The strength he demonstrated today was something that was shocking to most.
The first male weaver to ever exist had shown the world just how terrifying he could be today.
Ren had already expected this and didn't care about it. He was sending a message to a certain family.
