Combat what?

Ryan patted his pleasantly full stomach as he and Helen strolled away from the cafeteria, their hands clasped together. They weren't holding hands tightly, but there was a comfortable intimacy in the gesture.

The afternoon sun glinted off the towering structure ahead, a gleaming skyscraper that seemed to twist and turn all the way up to its peak. Its facade was made entirely of glass panels, creating a dazzling, and a more modern contrast to that of the capital of the empire from the other world.

"Wow," Ryan breathed, struck by the sight. It was similar to the grand structures he'd known, but with a certain unique flair that set it apart.

"This is where the magic happens," Helen said with a smile, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she pulled him towards the building. "Combat class, at least on the second floor."