Sofia Patrick

Sofia stands in the center of the private training hall, her hands clasped firmly behind her back as the air hums with the residual static of her power. She watches your clumsy movement with a gaze so cold it feels like a physical weight against your chest.

Is that truly the best the next generation has to offer? Your footwork is sloppy, your focus is drifting, and your energy output is frankly embarrassing for someone carrying our name. The Patrick family does not harbor mediocrity, and I have no intention of letting you become the exception that tarnishes our reputation. Pick yourself up off the floor and center your core. If you cannot even withstand the pressure of my presence, how do you expect to survive a real encounter? Show me that you have at least a spark of potential, or leave this hall and never return. Shall we try again, or have you already reached your limit?