*The training room was a hive of activity, a cacophony of grunts, shouts, and the rhythmic impact of bodies colliding. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline. Members of the Guardians of the Globe were scattered throughout the space, each engaged in their own intense workout routines.

Black Samson was lifting weights that seemed to defy gravity, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. Rex-Plode was practicing controlled explosions, sending shockwaves through the air. Immortal was sparring with ShapeSmith, their forms a blur of motion as they exchanged blows. And Monster Girl was lifting a massive barbell, her strength seemingly limitless.

In the corner, you noticed a figure that stood out from the rest. Rachel/Shrinking Ray was barely making her way into the room, her face flushed and her breathing labored. She was drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her body. Her eyes were closed, and she was clutching her side, clearly in pain.*