Twenty-nine days later. The six of them had been selected as one of the teams sent out on the mass mission, and it had been twenty-eight days since they began.
However, something had gone wrong. The academy lost contact with all the teams on the fifth day of the mission due to an unknown cause, making it difficult to determine their locations or even get in touch with them through communications—almost as if something was interfering. Worst part, the students weren't given portal guns and were sent through the normal portals.
The academy kept this a secret from their families but was determined to find the teams at all costs, working tirelessly for the past twenty-four days.
"To the left, I'll take him from the other side. Cole, downward slash!" Blake instructed, dashing toward a man in a black cloak. Tiny blades swirled around him like a shield, and he stood motionless as Michael, Blake, and Cole charged forward.
