In the command room, a hush fell as a red dot blinked out on the screen.
An operator glanced at the head instructor, a smile playing on his lips, and he said, "R-report, our tenth outpost has been wiped out by the enemy."
Not too long ago, the head instructor had teased the new students for their supposed lack of skill. Now, it seemed the joke was on him.
"Bam! In your face!" The burly man chuckled, waving his hand. "Bring up the surveillance footage."
The screen flickered, showing four young people. The head instructor leaned in, pointing at a young woman with black hair. "Does she look familiar?"
The information officer's mouth twitched. "The young woman who fought in the dark on the first night."
"Oh, I remember now, the healer," the head instructor said, then sneered. "On the day of the superpower test, I said to give her full marks. Those old fools argued a healer couldn't get full marks. They were worried about the school's reputation. Old-fashioned thinking."
