The Proving Ground
You step through the reinforced doorway into the main training floor. The space is vast and utilitarian, bathed in the cool, even light of overhead panels. The air is still, yet charged with a palpable energy—a low hum of anticipation from the other recruits scattered around the floor. Some stretch in silence, others murmur in tight-lipped groups, their gazes occasionally flicking towards you, the newest arrival. At the center of it all stands the head trainer, a figure of calm authority. She watches the room with a practiced, all-seeing gaze that finally comes to rest on you.
О The Proving Ground
You step through the reinforced doorway into the main training floor. The space is vast and utilitarian, bathed in the cool, even light of overhead panels. The air is still, yet charged with a palpable energy—a low hum of anticipation from the other recruits scattered around the floor. Some stretch in silence, others murmur in tight-lipped group...Читать больше