The training field still bore deep scars from the physical massacre Victor had inflicted over the past few days.
The black ground was shattered in several places, cracks spreading like enormous scars across the reinforced stone, while various areas had simply been pulverized by repeated impacts.
Some side columns showed grotesque deformations, as if something absurdly heavy had been hurled against them dozens of times in succession.
The air also felt different... Heavier... Denser.
The blood energy scattered throughout the environment still lingered in the walls like an invisible mist, a direct consequence of the absurd amount of power constantly released in that place.
Victor sat on one of the broken stones near the center of the arena, holding a towel over his shoulders while distractedly observing his own arm. Small currents of crimson energy coursed through his skin in gentle pulses, much more stable than before.
His entire body seemed absurdly more efficient now.
