Gael let his hand fall.
The three words — Infiltration. Deterrence. Provocation. — still vibrated in the air like bells struck with a fingertip, but whose resonance hammered the ribcage of those who heard them.
He slowly turned in place, back straight, gaze fixed, as if tracing an invisible circle within the real one.
"You'll be assigned based on your abilities. Not your preferences."
A slight frown passed across one of the Awakened — the twitchy-eyed boy who couldn't stay still — but he said nothing. Gael continued.
"Infiltration will be led by Alka."
The barefoot girl raised her eyes, simply. She didn't move otherwise. No gesture. Just a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, as if she'd known this role was hers from the start.
"She leaves tonight. Objective: infiltrate the Tiphéa military base and take root. It's still under construction — but not for long."
He paused.
"And Dylan… you'll go with her."
