Left alone in the training hall, the first thing Liam did was take in his surroundings.
The underground chamber beneath the royal palace was massive, clearly designed to withstand high-level magic. Stone walls lined with glowing runes absorbed excess energy, keeping the space stable no matter the force unleashed within. The floor was dark and polished, smooth enough for movement yet firm enough for impact. Suspended crystal lights floated above, casting a steady, ambient glow over the entire hall.
Sections of the space were fitted with training dummies, adjustable platforms, and reinforced metal targets for testing destructive power or precision. Despite being underground, the hall felt nothing like a dungeon—it had a grandeur to it. Royal banners hung high on the walls, and at the center of it all was the Tempest crest: a roaring lion's head wreathed in storm.
"This place is huge… way bigger than the academy's training hall," Liam muttered as he scanned the vast chamber.
