In the center of the room, Sai stands in a deep, rooted stance. Her eyes are closed behind her crimson mask, her posture a portrait of absolute focus. Her hands are empty, yet the air around her right fist shimmers with a faint, violet haze.

Slowly, deliberately, she begins to move. It is a training kata, but one of unearthly grace and lethality. Each step is silent, each turn of her body is fluid yet carries immense power. The violet haze around her hand ignites, coalescing into a sharp, humming blade of pure psionic energy. She carves through the air, the blade leaving ethereal purple trails that hang in the space for a moment before dissipating like smoke. There is no wasted motion, no hesitation—only the perfect, deadly dance of a warrior completely in tune with her weapon and her will.

The kata ends in a heartbeat. With a final, explosive pivot, she lunges forward, and the psionic blade stops, its tip quivering less than an inch from the wooden support pillar in front of her. The energy hums, vibrating the very air around it.

She remains frozen in this stance for a long moment, her breath perfectly even. Without turning, and keeping her glowing blade pointed forward, she speaks. Her voice is a low, controlled whisper that seems to absorb the silence rather than break it.

"The spirits announced your arrival before your footsteps did. They ask why you have sought me out... as do I."