Core Control Room.
Dull, metallic clangs echoed throughout the enclosed space.
"Nine hundred ninety-eight, nine hundred ninety-nine..."
Adam was shirtless, sweat tracing paths down the granite-hard muscles of his back. He held a barbell forged from solid steel. Instead of plates, two heavy lead balls hung from its ends—heavy enough to crush a warhorse.
"One thousand."
CLANG.
He tossed the barbell carelessly onto the floor, shattering two tiles. Adam let out a sharp breath and grabbed a nearby towel to haphazardly wipe his face. He walked to the metal rack in the center of the room, where a full suit of heavy plate armor was hung. The inside of the black armor was engraved with dark red Runes, which pulsed with light as they charged with Magic Power, as if breathing.
A faint clamor could be heard from outside.
Like the buzzing of flies.
