"How many casualties?"
"30 dead, 28 injured, 2 captured. In total, we have lost around 32 soldiers while the other 28 need immediate medical attention."
"Fuck."
"Hey, on the bright side, we have 6 healers on us and several healing items that our cadets packed before entering the VR."
"That's not what I'm worried about."
"Then what is it?"
"We lost. They defeated us."
"No they didn't? We escaped before they could."
"Well, yeah, but they almost did, didn't they? If it wasn't for Lucas then…."
"...Yeah."
Back in their base, Nero slumped on a couch, wearing nothing but black pants, his well-toned athletic body bare for the world to see.
Wounds and bruises covered his chest and abdomen while two girls sat surrounding him. Both of them were healers, with silver hair, green eyes, and other strikingly similar features that suggested they were twins.
