The formal, competitive energy of the training grounds gave way to the easy, relaxed vibe of the evening. With Khione, Eltreth, and Azalea all occupied with their own pursuits—likely strategizing, venting, or preparing for the return to the academy—the guys were left to their own devices. Even the perpetually lazy Blake had been dragged out of his room, looking vaguely annoyed but present.
Their first stop was the estate's private arcade, a high-tech playground Lux had installed. The sounds of blasters, racing engines, and 8-bit music filled the air.
"Alright, no powers, no prana," Lux declared, picking up a plastic guitar for a rhythm game. "Pure, unadulterated skill."
