Team practice concluded at three.
It was a successful session, the kind where team coordination truly clicked and they understood each other.
Seraphina's positioning, William's timing, and Liam's raw power synchronised effortlessly without anyone needing to call it out.
Even Mira, despite operating at a slower pace since the expedition, navigated the combined formation drills with her characteristic precision.
Afterward, as everyone gathered their equipment and moved toward the exits in the cooling practice hall, Liam approached William's shoulder with a look that indicated he was about to ask something he wasn't entirely certain was appropriate.
"You seem different," Liam said.
"Different how."
"I don't know. Less like you're doing math in your head about everything." Liam considered it. "More present, maybe."
