Bruce blinked, shielding his eyes from the blazing light. The sky above was brilliant blue, the horizon distant and empty.
And around him were hundreds of other recruits. Sophie wasn't close by, and he couldn't use his life force sensing trait in here.
The crowd was gathered just like before, each looking equally confused and astonished by the realism of the environment. The illusion was perfect, every texture, every sound, every shift of the wind felt authentic.
Bruce looked down at his hands and froze.
There, resting comfortably in his grip, was a pair of blades, sleek, sharp, and familiar.
A perfect replica of Red's scalpel-like dagger form.
The AI had scanned his memory, or rather, not technically his memory, but his imagination, and replicated the exact weapon he had envisioned when he said "two daggers."
Bruce couldn't help but smile faintly. "Impressive."
