Chapter 45: Familial Visitation
The training commenced without ceremony. Evander Vale’s massive hands produced a sleek thermal lunchbox—its LED screen casting an eerie blue glow in the dim cell. Numbers flickered: 38°C. Options blinked below: Heat. Humidify. Air Fry. Cook Rice. Elian Thorne eyed the device. A cordless rice cooker disguised as tech?he mused. The Aether Pylons’ reach extended even here, bleeding into the prison’s sterile gloom. With a hiss, Evander opened the container. Neatly arranged beef slices glistened under the overhead lights, aromatic steam curling like phantom fingers. “Eat,” Evander rumbled, the command brooking no argument. Elian hesitated. “Shouldn’t we train first? Digesting under duress risks cramps.” “The Breathing Art incinerates energy,” Evander countered, shoving the box c
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