It was a pitch black void, but a void filled with silhouettes. The gray of a floor, the shimmer of transparent walls, and the dim outlines of humanoid training dummies. Colorful spheres of energy danced through the space. At the edge of it all stood a figure shimmering with a dark silver light, and in the center of everything, there was a soul, suspended in the emptiness.
One of the energy spheres shot toward the soul. It met the sphere with a swift strike of its hand. Two more came from the side, and the soul ducked beneath them. Just then, three spheres tangled together, reversed their spin in an unnatural way, and flew toward the soul.
The soul extended its hand toward the approaching spheres, and a blast of golden energy erupted from its palm, knocking them back. It moved with a continuous, fluid grace, striking, dodging, and weaving between the chaotic projectiles.
