Sector 4 was a massive, magically enclosed dome designed to perfectly replicate a ruined, war-torn metropolis.
The air inside the staging room smelled strongly of ozone and sterilized steel. Holographic maps hovered in the center of the room, casting a pale blue glow over the squad.
"Are you even paying attention, Freshman?"
The voice was sharp, cold, and dripping with absolute condescension.
Arthur slowly pulled his gaze away from the holographic map.
Standing across the tactical table was Amara Harper, the Third-Year Student Council Vice President.
She looked exactly like her reputation suggested. Impeccable. Her silver hair was cut into a razor-sharp bob. Her academy uniform was meticulously tailored, perfectly clinging to her lithe, athletic figure. A pair of wire-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, magnifying the disdain in her sharp, storm-grey eyes.
"I heard every word, Vice President," Arthur replied lazily, crossing his arms.
