In the same dimly lit room,
Colonel Vazeryth sat in silence, his face devoid of expression.
Beside him was Corporal Daniel, while Corporal Samuel and seven other corporal level training officers stood respectfully behind them.
They were not alone.
Lieutenant Darren was present as well, observing keenly from the shadows.
Each of them had gathered for a single purpose, to evaluate the recruit.
This was not merely about passing training drills.
It was not about scaling mountains with raw endurance or navigating grueling obstacle courses.
Such feats meant little if the knowledge and skills could not be applied effectively in the chaos of real combat.
The military had always been a place where conflict could ignite at any moment, any second, any minute, any hour.
It was a world built entirely around warfare.
Fight.
Kill.
Prevail.
Adapt.
There was no respite. No sanctuary.
