The upgraded training hall hummed with silent pressure, the air laced with invisible might.
Where once it could barely contain a Stage 3 Bronze Awakened's flaring strength without the walls shaking or the floor cracking under the strain, the chamber now shimmered with a subtle, reinforced glow.
It was evidence of the nearly 2 million credits Creed had sunk into its transformation.
Now, it could bear the full weight of a Silver-level Awakened's power, with high-density energy diffusion panels woven into the walls, force dampeners under the floor, and spatial layering technology that bent the rules of pressure and space just enough to create a contained storm.
Creed could have easily moved. With his credit balance and reputation, there were dozens of high-end apartments in Sectors 1 to 3 with pre-built facilities far grander than this one.
But he didn't. Not because he lacked the resources, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.
