Astron took the small tablet handed to them by an instructor, his sharp purple eyes scanning the screen as the briefing loaded.
A dimly lit, wireframe representation of the urban complex flickered to life—a sprawling multi-leveled structure with broken corridors, collapsed ceilings, and interwoven staircases. The artifact's location pulsed faintly on the map: Third Floor, West Wing.
Everything else? Unmarked. No exact team placements. No routes. No layouts of enemy fortifications.
They were given just enough information to make a decision—nothing more.
'Realistic, indeed.' Astron narrowed his eyes.
The academy wasn't holding their hands. A real mission wouldn't provide enemy blueprints or detailed guard rotations. A Hunter needed to assess, adapt, and execute within minutes.
They had ten.
Two teams infiltrating. Two teams defending.
Which meant there was only one real certainty—resistance was guaranteed.
