A monster on the left. Another on the right.
And if anyone dared to look a little further, there were more inside the simulation chamber.
In short, maso—ehem, monsters everywhere.
And in the middle of them stood a tiny mophead, wide-eyed and trembling, who could not, for the life of him, understand why anyone would subject themselves to this willingly.
And if they did, he'd like to know why he had to come with them!
Master Quinn originally volunteered to be the 50th member of the next batch. He was ready, prepared, already stretching his back and muttering warrior chants.
But then Luca said, very gently, that it might not be advisable for now.
Because apparently, based on D-29's projections, the simulation might not be good for his joints.
"Just for now, Master," Luca said kindly, "we'll experiment with safety thresholds first."
And so the elder was left as the proctor in Luca's place.
But what about Ollie?
