The morning sun filtered through the Sanctuary's protective dome, casting warm light across the training grounds where Rey had agreed to demonstrate advanced combat techniques for the settlement's elite warriors.
Word of his return from the uncharted depths had spread quickly, and the treasures he'd shared only enhanced his already considerable reputation. Now, dozens of Nephilim gathered to watch their prophesied champion spar against the Sanctuary's best fighters.
Rey stood in the center of the training arena, wearing simple practice clothes rather than his usual equipment. The Divine-grade armor remained secured in his quarters—revealing its existence would raise questions he preferred not to answer.
Across from him, five elite guards took positions in coordinated formation.
These were the Sanctuary's finest warriors, veterans who'd survived decades of combat against Chaos Dwellers and environmental hazards that would kill ordinary practitioners.
