A war in the Wasteland, against the dark organization and the beasts of the deadliest place on Earth. He had twenty-four hours before teams were assigned and the operation drew near, and he had no intention of wasting a single one.
He was going to use that time to learn a new skill. Something that would meaningfully improve his odds of surviving, and thriving, in Sinai.
His class copy cooldown was ready. Now, surveying the assembled geniuses, he weighed his options carefully.
I have more than enough firepower, Moon reasoned. Cryothunder, my elements, Elephant Force, my beasts. Raw offense isn't where I'm lacking. What I need for a mission like this is survivability. The ability to avoid fights I can't win, to slip past threats too dangerous to engage, to disappear when being seen means death. In a place where anything from an Awakener to an Ascender-level beast could cross my path, concealment and evasion could matter more than any attack.
