C10 CHAPTER 10: MINOR NULLER ATTACKS; THEY FIGHT TOGETHER

The training courtyard had never felt so peaceful.

Soft morning light spilled across the shimmering tiles, warm and gold, stretching over the practice dummies and polished rails. A faint breeze drifted through the upper platforms, carrying the distant hum of the Academy’s aerial transports. For once, Lyria felt… calm. No lectures. No drills