The surroundings fell silent, all eyes on the trio as they made their way to the general, curiosity and speculation trailing in their wake.
Led through a series of corridors, the three found themselves in a private office, the General's sanctum, where strategy and fate were often decided. General Gustav took his place behind his desk, his expression serious yet imbued with an unspoken promise of significance.
"Dennis, Rodrick, Darrin," he began, locking eyes with each in turn. "You three have shown exceptional prowess, and when push came to shove, you performed beyond all of your peers. Which is why you three won't be under any division. Your roles as Modified Combatants... are to be distinct."
Dennis leaned forward.
"Sir, what exactly are you trying to tell us?"
Rodrick was just as intrigued even though he remained silent while Darrin's usual sleepy expression disappeared completely.
