Lancet and Astensia stepped into one of the Simulation Chambers. Once they were covered by the glass ceiling, Lancet chose a fallen castle as the training ground.
Nothing too fancy just yet.
Soon, the magic began and they were transported into a magical arena.
The castle had pillars with splinters all over, and there were statues of angels but they were weatherworn. Grass had fought its way through seams of stone, patches of green stubborn as prayer.
Over everything, the sky burned a hard, bright blue, making everything seem so real.
Astensia had helped him select his starting equipment.
His school uniform was swapped for proper training gear: a close-fit linen gambeson quilted in diamond stitch, leather bracers with palm wraps, light greaves over boots that bit the ground and a simple belt to hold it all together.
Of course none of this he could take back with him.
