«Damn, damn, damn! I'm super late!»
Chris dashes through the halls like a madman, heading for the arena—even if he has no idea where it actually is.
The dorms are empty. No one to ask.
HESPARC Academy is huge. More than classrooms and dorms—it's a full-blown fortress with labs, med wings, and training zones, sprawling like a small city.
To a newcomer like Chris, it's just a giant maze.
Almost an hour later, he finally finds it—a massive dome enclosing a dirt field big enough for four soccer games.
Bleachers surround the arena in a full ring.
«Pwwww... I made it...»
He slumps into a back-row seat, panting.
The stands are packed—students, staff, and guests fill every inch.
He scans the arena.
There she is.
His sister, Alexia.
She's wearing the standard black battle uniform—tight, form-fitting.
Her figure is stunning.
That suit highlights everything—her chest, her hips, her thighs.
But it's all torn and dirtied.
She looks worn out.
Ten meters away stands a boy.
