A cold trickle of understanding dripped down Leon's spine as he turned to Mr. Lee and pointed a finger at the portrait. "What does this mean?"
"You will know," Mr. Lee said in a low tone, "once you're done with your test."
Leon's chest tightened as his stomach churned. 'Another test?' Leon screamed in his head.
His hands clenched, knuckles white as though he could squeeze the very thought out of existence.
He watched as Mr. Lee turned the handle and pushed the door open.
The room beyond was like a symphony of light and information as he stepped in. The walls, which he'd seen earlier as only three screens, had now changed.
Now, it was lined with countless tapestries of flowing data.
From biometric signatures that twisted like neon snakes, combat statistics scrolling in endless columns, and a complex wave of patterns that pulsed with silent energy.
