By the time evening settled over the Triangle, the training halls had finally begun to empty.
Not completely. They never did. A handful of students always lingered after official rotations ended, squeezing in extra practice while the projection systems still hummed and the instructors pretended not to notice. But the heavy crowds from earlier in the day had thinned, leaving wide gaps of quiet between the remaining circles.
Lucas stood near one of the upper walkways, leaning against the rail and looking down over the main floor.
The place felt different tonight.
Not tense. Not relaxed either.
Just thoughtful.
