The gym was dimly lit carvenous at this hour, lit only by the faint flickering overhead lights and the cold sheen of moonlight sweeping in through the high windows. The scent of sweat clung heavily in the air like an old memory, thick with tension and echoes of movement. At the far ends, near the stacked mats and the heavy punching bags, Laura stood motionless, her chest rising and falling with quiet unease. Miguma’s voice, low and distant like thunder beyond hills, Miguma had just finished speaking “ You only come forth when I am angry, which means you were forged in rage.” Laura’s voice more curious. She felt an eerie calmness, as if her body were holding back a storm inside.Miguma’s figure hovered over her vision, not exactly a figure, a shadow—an outline cut from the deepest black. Her form seemed to pulse with every essence of heartless fire, a presence rather than a person. Elara stood beside Miguma inside Laura’s mind, her ears twitching, her bright amber eyes sharp a
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