The selected ten for each side were whisked away by transport runes and deposited deep into the dense forest field with terrain thick with roots, rocks, and magically unstable zones designed to simulate real battlefield unpredictability.
Ten minutes later, the match began.
South Base.
Damien stood at the center of his squad, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded. He'd already committed the terrain map to memory and marked three key ambush points.
His teammates were still discussing formation options when he said, "You guys go and prepare three outward posts. I will stay and guard the flag."
They stared at him for a brief moment, then nodded. With the demon, as they have begun calling him, guarding the flag, everything would be fine.
North Base.
