The training room was empty—Bright had reserved it specifically for a private practice, understanding that testing his new capabilities required some measure of discretion rather than an audience.
Duncan arrived moments later, his massive frame filling the doorway, his expression showing a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
"Ready to see what we've both developed?" Duncan asked, moving toward the central sparring ring.
"Ready," Bright confirmed, his spatial awareness already activating unconsciously, mapping the room dimensions, identifying optimal positioning, cataloging potential threat vectors despite knowing Duncan represented just a practice partner rather than an actual danger.
His danger sense stayed silent. It always did around Duncan. From the very beginning, the boy had never felt like a danger. Maybe his instincts had already decided he belonged on the same side.
