For a long moment there was silence. No taunting. No threats. No battle cries to send adrenaline surging through muscles that twitched with violence waiting to be born. In those frozen seconds they merely stared, and each one dwelled upon their private thoughts.
Perhaps the Drama Club's young Emergents were filled with recollections of their freshmen days, when they'd been tossed into The Phaeton Project like minnows into an ocean -- not knowing whether they'd flourish or be devoured. Back then The Scarlet Tiger had seemed an unsurpassable mistress of combat, and her didactic blows had left them battered and bruised. But only for their own good, because she knew they'd suffer far worse if they went out into the world unprepared. As for The Conservator, she had dressed their wounds and spoken kind words. There wasn't one among the students who had ever imagined her as an enemy and yet there they were, about to trade blows.
How to Obtain
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