The training field remained silent on that artificial morning in Valentine territory. The vast open area made of black stone was partially destroyed by Victor's constant training, deep impact marks scattered across the ground while small cracks still released red smoke of residual blood energy. Victor himself sat on the edge of one of the broken platforms, holding a towel around his neck as he finished wiping away the sweat after consecutive hours of brutal physical training.
The atmosphere was strangely empty.
No Serafall shouting pointless comments.
No Scarlett trying to turn training into sexual provocation.
No Carmilla discussing ancient combat techniques.
For the first time in days… silence.
Then a presence appeared behind him without warning.
"Where is everyone?"
Victor didn't even turn around immediately upon recognizing the voice.
