Scene opens with wind sweeping across the mountainous military grounds, where banners of different academies flutter violently. A voice echoes through the intercom:
> "Final selection begins now. Candidates report to Division Hall."
Lara Venex steps off the flying rail from Silvermist Academy. She adjusts her gloves, eyes cold but curious. Her steps echo as she walks alone—no friends, no team. She was always better solo.
Meanwhile, Teaha Draven, from Bloodshore Institute, walks in with his signature smirk. He cracks his knuckles and says,
> "Let's see what kind of monsters they brought this year."
At the same time, Mira Sein, representing Radiant Bell Academy, floats down with a glowing seal hovering behind her. Her aura makes cadets step back. Her eyes scan quietly until they lock onto Lara's. Their first encounter: a silent stare, both proud.
From the west gates, Bihoo Sarail from Fallen Ash Enclave jogs in late.
> "Yo! Did it start without me?" he laughs, brushing off dirt and chewing gum. People murmur—he's infamous for being expelled once for destroying half a training dome.
Kevin Strath, the top theory strategist from Suncradle Academy, walks past them with a datapad in hand. Not even nervous.
> "According to stats, there's a 3.2% survival chance in Unit 9. Great odds."
Last arrives Nisa Solen of Moonvale Academy, silent, eyes dreamy, but with an invisible pressure that made instructors salute her. She holds a music box and whispers,
> "Let's not repeat that nightmare…"
All six stand in front of the gates, unaware that fate just tied their stories together.
Instructor's voice booms:
> "You are the chosen six—Unit 9. Elite team. Untouchable. Unforgivable if failed."
A soldier hands them each a badge: "U9 – Active Code"
The gates open. Inside waits an arena, not for a test—but a battlefield.
[Final Scene]
As they walk inside, the shadows of their pasts begin creeping behind them—each one carrying a burden, a secret, and a power that might shatter even the gods above.
To be continued…