Each student was ordered to move closer to the masked awakened who would be in charge of teleporting then.
The order barked: "Move up! Contact!" A wave of bodies surged forward, a mix of wide eyes and set jaws. They pressed toward the masked teleporters, the gateway to... well, *something*. A simple touch was all it took. A hand on the shoulder, a blink of time, and *bam* - the world shifted.
A screen blinked to life with each jump, showing their locations, the academy's cold, unblinking eye. Wristwatches, those little bastards, all showed zero. Each monster slain would bump the number up. The higher it got, the better the rewards. Assuming they survived, of course.
Michael's turn. He groaned, a low, rumbling sound. "What a day to be alive," he muttered under his breath. Seriously, who had the bright idea to yank him out of bed at this hour? Before he could fully process his grumbling, a hand slammed onto his shoulder. The world went sideways.
Then the world... dropped.
