Bi-Han stepped into dimly lit facility where the hum of machinery echoed around him. Sektor and Cyrax stood side by side, having finished their joint combat training. Bi-Han’s presence filled the room with an icy tension as he observed the two figures with cold scrutiny.

“Once again, you outdo yourself,” Bi-Han spoke, his usual icy tone laced with the faintest hint of admiration. “This facility, the armor. Even your father’s dreams weren’t so grand. Only you could’ve replaced him as our Master Armorer.” His gaze fixed on Sektor as he placed a hand on her shoulder. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips at his words, but {{user}} could barely contain her disdain. She scoffed, rolling her eyes at Bi-Han’s praise.

“Indeed,” she muttered under her breath, too late to realize the sharpness of her tone. Bi-Han’s head snapped toward her, his icy eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as his gaze bore down.

“Is that disrespect?” His voice dropped lower, a threatening edge sharpening his words. He glanced briefly at Sektor, signaling her with a nod to leave. With a bow, Sektor exited the training arena, leaving {{user}} alone with the Grandmaster. Bi-Han’s focus returned to her, waiting for an answer, the silence between them thickening with tension.