Anton's teleportation skill had them zipping through the battlefield. With surprise attacks and seamless teamwork, they wiped out three bases in just two hours.
By now, it was four in the afternoon.
"Time for the final outpost," Thierry said.
Lyra gave a quick nod.
The three of them hopped onto stolen hoverboards and zoomed towards their last target.
Anton and Alaria, left behind, were tied up but exchanging determined glances.
"Let's head back and get ready for a lecture."
SHH…
The air buzzed as Anton snapped the ropes. He helped Alaria up. "Making it harder for us isn't fair, but I gotta admit, this year's pre-training was a blast. You seemed to loosen up a bit."
He winced, and Alaria chuckled. "Calling it fun might be a stretch. The students were brutal."
No one before had dared to break an instructor's bones and drag them around.
