The machinery hummed deeply as the elevator ascended through the black and tall Spire, Damian stood in the center of the cramped space, sorrounded by neon blue screens displaying brief segements of information the trial ahead, "Remember! Everything within the simulator is NOT real and you cannot die! Give the fight your all, but don't be too reckless!", a message displayed in big bold letters crowned all others, a disclaimer that was more eerie than anything, if the claim was true, why would it need to be written so visibly? still, Damian had to time to pay such things any attention. The elevator came to a sudden stop, and the doors opened to a clinical white room with a chair in the center. A Datascope headset rested on the seat, the most recent tech in digial simulations. Damian walked calmly towards the machine, set his weapon under the scanner light, and sat down. He put the headset over his eyes and laid down, shifting in place trying to find a comfortable position...