The expansive basement of the resort villa had been entirely stripped of its luxury furnishings. In their place, Jovis and Tygr worked in perfect, silent synchrony. The two demi god brothers moved across the polished marble floor, weaving a complex lattice of glowing blue and silver runes. They were erecting a reinforced spatial barrier, isolating this underground space from the rest of the island to create a secure, impregnable training ground.
At the four corners of the room stood Anthem, Melody, Aria, and Requiem. The weapon spirits had assumed their true, ethereal forms. They stood as silent, vigilant sentinels, their respective auras casting a sharp, metallic sheen across the basement walls.
In the dead centre of the glowing runes sat Noir. He was seated in a traditional lotus position, his eyes squeezed shut in absolute concentration. A sheen of perspiration glistened on his forehead.
