"Been a while. You don't visit anymore."
"Hope Liss isn't bullying you into sparring again," her dad added, his grin mirroring Liss's, stubborn energy etched into his fair features.
"Only a little," Kael replied, his smirk matching theirs, the warmth of their welcome easing the night's weight.
They chuckled, their blonde hair and smooth skin a clear blueprint for Liss's striking looks.
Kael followed her down a staircase, the air cooling as they descended into the basement—not a dusty storage space, but a pristine training bunker.
White walls gleamed, reinforced with layered insulation panels, lined with ion-shielding buffers and a radiant energy dispersal unit humming softly on one side.
The room was built for one purpose.
To contain Liss's lightning.
"Should I strip again?" Liss asked, her tone casual, a teasing glint in her blue eyes as she kicked off her shoes.
