The setting sun cast long amber rays across the stadium podium where the four territorial keys hovered in harmonic alignment.
Above the field, four towering holographic screens broadcast the First Citadel's master ledger to every corner of the high school grounds.
In the center of the stadium dais stood the First Player, his acid spear resting lightly in his left hand while the four keys pulsed with synchronized light.
"All four territorial keys are officially registered under provisional Citadel administration," the frost specialist announced, recording the system decree.
"East Wing, Science Wing, Library, and Stadium are unified into an unbroken hexagonal defense perimeter."
"Look at the system warnings flashing beneath the territorial seal," the dark-haired striker pointed out, tracing the glowing red text.
"The master core of Zone 004 remains locked under the control of the subterranean warden in the deep foundation."
