She didn’t flinch. Not when the floor shifted. Not when the first drone appeared.
When the sun waned and the hall’s lamps were lit, Master Tyve assembled them at the center. He paced slowly, hand clasped behind his back, tallying unseen lists. His gaze touched each trainee like a stamp. When it reached Oamber, there was a fraction of something—nod, perhaps, or the shadow of one. the training of oamber rayne day 14 5115 51 updated
Axiom’s training protocols (circa 2789–2810 Galactic Standard) were not about skill acquisition in any conventional sense. Instead, “trainees” underwent — a process designed to strip away extraneous personality layers until only a “pure decision engine” remained. She didn’t flinch
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