It Has Nothing To Do With Your Will

"What?! No one is coming to help us?" Tim blurted out with a shell-shocked face.

"Apart from Mirror Vanguard, I'm afraid not..." Vexa grunted wistfully. "I'll make them pay for it, but until then we're on our own. Enough small talk, follow me."

After authenticating themselves and receiving their respective badges, the cube man lead them directly to one of the training rooms built in the basement. Even before entering the facility, what shocked them about this floor was the technology and the tight security.

Armed, laser-scanning cameras constantly scanned the vast hallway littered with hermetically sealed doors accessible only with the pass in their hands. In addition to the pass, their appearance, DNA, Aetheric and spiritual signatures were also matched against those in their database, making it virtually impossible for them to commit fraud.

"Welcome back, Major Vexa. A robotic female voice echoed in their ears as he unlocked the entrance to one of the training chambers.