Control is like walking a tightrope—one wrong move and everything falls apart.
The fire spread way too fast. Even from a distance, I could see the burn patterns that screamed accelerant. This was professional arson, designed for maximum chaos with minimal warning. Calculated to create panic, test our emergency response, and show everyone just how vulnerable we were.
Through the bond, Darius and I synced up instantly. No words needed. Our crisis management kicked in through pure practiced coordination. His combat instincts assessed structural collapse risks while my strategic planning coordinated evacuation and containment. It was like our consciousness spanned both tactical and logistical concerns simultaneously.
"All students clear the area," I commanded through the communication network, keeping my voice steady despite the adrenaline pumping through me. "Evacuation protocols. Move to designated safe zones. Fire teams, deploy. Medical, stand by for potential casualties."
