Cruzer absorbed Halveth's words without blinking. Wild variable. It wasn't a punishment—it was a declaration. A label given to teams or individuals who'd upset the expected balance. People the organizers couldn't predict. It meant harder challenges, more dangerous setups, and no safety net.
It also meant the spotlight.
"We accept," Cruzer said simply.
Halveth nodded once. "Then you will report at dawn to the secondary field tower. Your simulation parameters will be delivered en route. Dismissed."
The group saluted as required, then turned to leave. Outside the chamber, the corridor was quiet and dimly lit, a kind of hush that settled like aftershocks from the battle still rippling in their bones. Zaya stretched, groaning lightly.
"Okay, not bad for a randomly assembled squad," she said with a grin. "But I better not find myself in a swamp full of mana frogs tomorrow. I still have trauma."
Charlotte snorted. "If it's frogs, you can take lead. I'll sit that one out."
