The training hall wasn't like the one Orion used to train Kael. This one was much bigger—massive. It was located behind the academy, under the clear sky. The arena was oval-shaped, with smooth, polished ground that shined under the sunlight. Track lanes ran around the outer edge, giving students space to train their stamina and speed.
Scattered across the arena were a few wooden dummies, chipped and worn from endless sword practice. Archery targets lined the far side, marked with faded bullseyes, some still pierced with arrows. In the left and right corners, two open armories stood—large racks stacked with everything a demigod might need: swords, shields, spears, bows, throwing knives, and practice armor.
Students were scattered around in groups, grabbing their desired weapons and warming up. In the middle of it all, Kael sat alone near the edge, watching Liz practice archery. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
