Nova arrived at Crimsonpeak Martial Hall as the evening lights were coming on across the city.
Tory was at the reception desk when he walked in, reviewing what appeared to be installation reports on her tablet. She looked up and her expression shifted into something that was equal parts pride and barely contained excitement — the expression of someone who had watched something extraordinary happen in their building and was still processing it.
"It's done," she said, setting the tablet down.
"Already?"
"They worked through the night. Triple pay tends to have that effect." She stood and gestured toward the training section corridor. "Come see it."
