Lucian flexed his wrist and surveyed the state of the training room.
An entire wall had been blown open, scattering concrete rubble and twisted rebar across the floor. The ceiling lights had burst, showering the floor with glass, and only a few loose wires were still dripping sparks.
The full output of a veteran superhero.
Lucian walked to the door and pressed the button on the wall. Nothing happened. He simply slipped his fingers into the gap, activated [partial metallization], hardened his fingertips into steel, and pried outward.
Crack-
With the sound of warping metal, he forcibly pulled the heavy alloy door open.
Outside, Professor Brink was pacing anxiously. The moment he saw Lucian, he hurried over, forcing his usual businesslike smile onto his face, though it could not hide his genuine worry.
"Did it go smoothly?"
"Well enough." Lucian tilted his head toward the wreckage behind him. "Get someone to clean up. Might as well redo the whole room."
Brink nodded briskly. "Understood. I'll take care of everything."
Lucian paid him no further attention. Holding one in each hand like a pair of torn sacks, he dragged the unconscious Polarity and his son out.
He took the two of them into another spare training room at the end of the corridor.
He pushed the door open and went inside.
Spacious and quiet. No surveillance, no people.
Lucian first set the two down on the floor, then inspected the entire room carefully-the corners, the ceiling seams, the vents. After confirming there were no hidden cameras, he raised his right hand.
A dazzling white light lit up his fingertips.
[Light energy manipulation. LV4]
The white light expanded, and his ability to absorb electricity precisely covered the entire room.
Every electronic device shorted out.
Lucian crouched and laid the unconscious