Oblivion's Throne - Chapter 63: Breaking the Form

... The air smelled of sweat, metal, and the faint electric hum of training drones standing at attention in the corners. Orion wiped his face with his sleeve, exhausted from the last drill. Varun stood before him, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his scarred face. In front of him lay a weapon on a stand. Not a sword. Not a spear. Something else.

Orion narrowed his eyes. "What am I looking at?" he asked, his voice edged with curiosity and skepticism.

Varun smirked, tilting hi ...