The next match was called.
A loud tone echoed across the arena, and a deep voice cut through the crowd.
"Class Zero. Sector Twelve. Prepare for deployment."
The arena lights dimmed. The glass booth slid open.
Lucian stepped forward first.
Behind him, Evelyn rolled her shoulders. Reia tied her hair. Silas cracked his knuckles. Vyn… just walked, quiet and calm like always, but her eyes were already shifting, pupils dilating like a predator syncing with the field.
The crowd noticed.
People leaned forward.
Even the other academies stopped what they were doing.
Class Zero—the freak squad.
But this time, they weren't facing some C-rank nobodies.
Sector Twelve came in hard. Four of them dropped into the sandstorm terrain with the weight of soldiers. The striker hit the ground with a dull boom, boots digging in. She was tall, broad-shouldered, eyes cold.
