Eve~
I stepped into the right wing training deck as Kael had directed, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum. The space was modern and sleek, clearly designed for intense training. Overhead, industrial-style lights cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating its features with sharp precision. The floors were a matte black, made of some kind of shock-absorbing material that softened each step, and the faint scent of cleaning agents mingled with a trace of sweat and effort lingering in the air.
In the center of the room was a raised sparring ring, its edges padded with thick cushions and its ropes taut and gleaming under the lights. The corners held sturdy metal posts, their bases scuffed from years of use. To the side, there were punching bags of varying sizes suspended from reinforced beams, along with rows of kettlebells, free weights, and resistance bands stacked neatly on racks.