They settled in quickly.
The hotel was high-end, tucked into the heart of Singapore's skyline, with all the privacy Damon needed to focus.
Fight week came with its usual chaos, media, obligations, weigh-in, but he made sure to keep his mornings free.
Each morning, he woke early, ate light, stretched, then shut the door to his room. He lay down, let the world fade, and entered the simulation.
Inside his system's training interface, the arena adjusted itself to match the conditions of the upcoming bout, same lighting, same canvas texture, same cage size.
Joren Edlen stood across from him, or at least a perfectly modeled replica of him based on all available footage, data, and tendencies.
Damon had tested multiple scenarios.
He opened with heavy kicks. Another round, he played from the backfoot.
In one simulation, he pressed hard with pressure, drawing out Joren's reactive double-leg.
