Noah moved through the dimly lit corridors of the Nexus Arena complex with purpose, his footsteps echoing against the polished floors. The building was quieter now, most competitors having retired to rest before tomorrow's battles. But rest was the furthest thing from Noah's mind.
He found Lucas in one of the auxiliary training rooms, alone, methodically working through a series of complex movements that made the air around him shimmer with barely contained lightning energy. Noah paused at the doorway, momentarily mesmerized by the fluid grace of the older student's technique.
Lucas completed his sequence before acknowledging Noah's presence. "Eclipse. Little late for a training session, isn't it?"
"Could say the same to you," Noah replied, stepping into the room.
Lucas grabbed a towel, wiping perspiration from his brow. "Number 1 or not, there's always room for improvement." He studied Noah's expression. "Something's bothering you."