Shadows of Memories

Zeke's POV

My fist smashed into the training dummy, sending splinters flying across the room. Four more dummies lay in pieces around me, destroyed in under a minute.

"Impressive," Commander Vex said, his cold eyes showing nothing. "But not good enough."

I wiped blood from my fingers. The other Syndicate troops watched from the shadows, their faces a mix of fear and envy. None of them could match what I could do.

"Again," Vex demanded, nodding to the guards.

Two top fighters rushed me from opposite sides. I ducked under the first blow, my body moving faster than normal humans. My leg swept one attacker off his feet while my elbow connected with the second man's chin. Bone cracked. He dropped.

The final fighter pulled a silver dagger – our weakness. But not mine. Not entirely.

I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisted until he screamed, then threw him across the training pit. His body hit the wall with a terrible thud.