The metallic echo of their footsteps rang through the narrow corridors as Aziel and Arthur made their way from the training room. The adrenaline from their intense sparring session still coursed through their veins, making every step feel lighter despite the exhaustion that was beginning to settle into their muscles.
Their destination was clear—the locker room beckoned with the promise of hot water and clean towels. The training had left them both drenched in sweat, their clothes clinging uncomfortably to their skin. The ship's recycled air carried a faint metallic tang that seemed to emphasize just how much they needed that shower.
