As the last Metis fell in the outpost, the teams regrouped, their exhaustion evident but overshadowed by the sense of accomplishment. Both squads converged at the center of the battlefield, their weapons sheathed and their abilities finally at rest. Renard and Myria descended from their vantage point, their commanding presence drawing everyone's attention.
Renard clapped his hands, signaling for silence. "Good work, everyone," he began, his voice firm but not unkind. "You all did well, but let me be clear—there's room for improvement. Most of you met expectations, but there were some exceptions."
He paused, his gaze scanning the gathered soldiers. "Two or three teams stood out, showing exceptional coordination and skill," he said, nodding towards the squads in question. "You've earned your recognition today. Keep up the good work, and you'll be the backbone of this war effort."
