Sensei's voice still echoed in their heads from the briefing hours ago.
Inside Primus's mission base, he stood with the five guardians. Around them, banks of glowing monitors pulsed with maps, energy readings, and teleportation schematics.
Across the room, the tech team worked in a blur—fingers flying over keys, eyes flicking between streams of data, every movement sharp with urgency, as if each passing second might tip the balance between survival and disaster.
"Prodigy dumps their waste above land through short-range teleportation relays," Sensei had said, pointing at a rotating 3D map. "For a fraction of a second, they have to lower their teleportation blocks to do it. That's our crack in the wall. That's when we hijack the signal—send you in."
