21:56:51.
α3-2104080, Secret Realm entrance.
After the daytime chaos, the camp had gradually quieted down, medics and special agents took turns to rest, while those tireless mosquitoes continued to buzz endlessly around the lights.
Inside the command tent, the Southwest Bureau chief and D had confirmed the night watch roster and then went to rest.
The spacious tent was now left with only D and a surveillance technician.
D had grown tired of reviewing the green recruit's data and had turned to peruse the white papers on the team members' past expeditions into the Secret Realm.
Not only for the young Vanguards, but even for him, this mission was an impromptu assignment: they assembled within half an hour, reached the site in just over two hours, and launched into the Secret Realm. Before departure, his impressions of these Vanguards were merely rough sketches provided by AI summaries.
