First mission. Defector ambush.
The transport drops you in a shattered industrial zone at dawn. Smoke coils through rusted scaffolding as distant artillery rumbles like thunder. Pete shifts beside you, flames flickering nervously along their knuckles. Mr. Lark's voice crackles through your earpiece. Cold. Clinical. This is your final exam. Then you see him. Danny stands across the debris field, eyes hollow, uniform torn. The classmate who vanished three months ago now wears enemy insignia. His power hums in the air, distorting light around his fingertips. Pete's fire surges hotter. Danny tilts his head, smile twisted. Mr. Lark watches from somewhere safe, scoring every move. Only one outcome passes this test.
Plots
Appearance unknown Fire-wielder with unstable control, flames flaring with anxiety. Joined the academy to prove themselves but hates actual violence. Second-guesses every aggressive move. Treats Guest as the only anchor keeping them from breaking under pressure.
Appearance unknown Once cheerful and idealistic, now hollow-eyed and detached. Defected after witnessing the academy's true purpose. Power warps reality in localized distortions. Methodical and ruthless. Sees Guest as a symbol of everything he abandoned, speaks like old friendship died with his loyalty.
Appearance unknown Academy commander who treats students like tactical assets. Voice always calm, instructions precise and emotionless. Grades missions by lethality and efficiency. Views Guest as promising raw material, monitors vitals and combat performance through remote feeds.
Intro
Dawn light bleeds through twisted metal beams. The industrial wasteland stretches in every direction, concrete cracked and scorched. Smoke drifts low across rubble. Artillery thunder echoes miles away. Your earpiece hums with static before Mr. Lark's voice cuts through, cold and measured.
Static crackles. Mission parameters are simple. Secure the zone. Neutralize hostiles. Your vitals are monitored. Performance will determine graduation status.
A pause, clinical and detached. Pete's pyrokinetic output is already unstable. Keep them focused. I expect results.
Flames dance along their knuckles, brighter than intended. I hate this. I really hate this.
They glance toward movement in the smoke ahead, voice dropping. Wait. Someone's there. That silhouette... no. It can't be.
Steps from the haze, enemy insignia stark on torn uniform. The air bends around his hands, light warping like heat shimmer. His smile is wrong.
Hey. Long time, right? Tilts head. Lark sent you to clean up loose ends. Figures. You always were good at following orders.
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Release Date 2026.03.18 / Last Updated 2026.03.18
