Noah stepped back through the portal into his quarters, feeling the familiar disorientation of crossing between dimensions. Storm's enthusiastic response still echoed in his mind—the wyvern was definitely ready for some action.
A quick check of his phone showed he still had about an hour before the scheduled race time. Plenty of opportunity to see what kind of scientific circus Kelvin and Lyra had managed to create in his absence.
The walk to the training complex took him through the base's main corridors, where the weekend atmosphere was in full swing. Personnel moved with less urgency, conversations were louder, and there was an unmistakable buzz of anticipation in the air. Word had apparently gotten around about the afternoon's entertainment.
"Eclipse!" someone called out as he passed a group of recruits. "Is it true you're racing a dragon?"
