Miss Me?

He had changed too.

And the academy's ghosts weren't the ones he needed to fear.

The real dangers lay ahead, in unknown territories and Dr. Levi's mysterious research wing, waiting to test whether their transformations had made them stronger—or merely easier to break.

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The training hall vibrated with etheric energy, a symphony of controlled violence that spoke the language of survival.

Kael moved like a weapon forged from pure intent, each movement calculated to neutralize rather than simply score points. His techniques transformed the practice session into something that blurred the line between training and actual combat.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, a telling to the intensity of his movements.

The training floor was littered with fallen opponents—not through brutality, but through a surgical precision that left no room for error.

Each strike was a lesson, each defensive maneuver a statement of survival.