The "Danger Room" at West Corp was a sprawling subterranean arena designed to simulate the harshest environments on Earth—and beyond. Today, the floor was a simulated flooded city, with jagged steel beams and rising tides.
"Look alive, V-Team!" Garder West’s voice boomed from the observation deck. "Dementra’s Wraiths won't wait for you to find your footing. Show me synchronization!"
The V-Team’s Arsenal
Victoria stood on a floating piece of debris, her purple-and-green armor humming. Beside her, the team prepared their unique styles:
Avan Oliver (Lightning): He didn't just throw bolts; he was the current. He vibrated with blue static, his eyes glowing like electric arcs.
Leon Smith (Aquatic): He stood in the waist-deep water, which didn't wet his skin but seemed to obey his every breath. He held the ocean like a weapon.
Elizabeth West (Nightshadow): High above on a rusted crane, she notched a shimmering, translucent arrow. She had traded her daggers for a West Corp Compound Bow, firing arrows tipped with "Shadow-Tech" that could phase through solid objects.
The Training Sequence: The "Steam-Volt" Maneuver
"Drones incoming! Twelve o'clock!" Elizabeth shouted. Her voice was calm, a sharp contrast to her father's intensity. She let fly an arrow. It didn't whistle; it hissed, splitting into three mid-air and pinning the wings of a scout drone to the wall.
"Leon, now!" I signaled.
Leon slammed his palms into the water. A massive wave surged upward, encasing a cluster of training drones in a spinning sphere of high-pressure liquid.
"Avan, cook 'em!" Leon roared.
Avan didn't hesitate. He dove into the water sphere. Instead of short-circuiting, he used Leon’s controlled water as a conductor. The water began to boil instantly, turning into a blinding cloud of superheated steam.
Inside the steam, the drones’ sensors went haywire. The heat warped their metal, and the electricity fried their cores.
"My turn," I whispered.
I jumped into the center of the steam cloud. My HUD highlighted the weakened structural points of the drones. I didn't use a blade; I imagined a green energy hammer. As I swung, the violet thrusters in my boots pivoted, adding centrifugal force to the blow.
CRASH.
The drones didn't just break; they shattered into microscopic dust.
The Aftermath: The Shadow in the Corner
We stood in the cooling steam, panting. For the first time, there was no bickering. Avan offered Leon a high-five, sparking him slightly, which Leon answered with a playful splash of water.
But Elizabeth stayed on her crane, looking at her bow.
"You okay, Liz?" I called up, retracting my helmet.
"The arrows are losing tension," she said, her voice tight. "The Dark Matter in the atmosphere from the last rift... it's degrading our tech. Even my Shadow-Arrows are becoming brittle."
Garder West walked onto the floor, his face grim. He wasn't looking at the destroyed drones. He was looking at a tablet showing a map of the Deep Sea Trenches.
"Leon, your people in Atlantis are reporting a disturbance," West said. "The 'Dark Infection' hasn't just hit the surface. It’s sinking. Dementra is looking for something at the bottom of the world."
Leon’s face went pale. "The Abyssal Gate. If she unlocks that, she doesn't need Doctor Science. She’ll have an army of prehistoric horrors."
"Then we go to the Depths," I said, the Watch pulsing a steady, determined green. "V-Team, gear up. We’re going underwater."
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