The next place he checked was the training room, which turned out to be impressive, nearly forty feet square as Valerius had said, the walls scarred with the marks of past practice.
Also, there was something about the space that did not feel normal, and Elias did not think this was his imagination; it would seem that this training space may hold some hidden secrets.
There were dents in the stone where weapons had struck, burn marks from techniques that involved flame, and deep scratches along the floor where someone had dragged heavy armor.
Elias felt something almost like anticipation at the sight of it. His previous rooms at the bottom of the Asylum may have been his home for a while, but the issue of space was becoming an issue.
He would need to be practicing and familiarizing himself with his abilities and with his present strength; a slight mistake on his part would collapse the entire room.
