"That'll be all for today."
Professor Scott Lancer turned to face us with a smile, like he hadn't just showed us and picked apart numerous cruel ways our classmates had died in the simulation.
'Is this even legal?'
But then again this was Bastion. They'd willingly let young cadets get brutally butchered in the simulation just to imprint a lesson. This much was tame.
The professor continued.
"You seem a bit spooked, no? That just goes to show you how necessary survival skills are, especially in your line of work. This…"
He pointed to the projection of a frozen corpse, resting against the ruins of a building.
"Is only the bare minimum of what you'll face out there."
With that, he placed both hands on his chalk board and began dragging it away. He dropped some final words before he left.
"Today was necessary to at least correct the various mistakes you made in the simulation. We shall start practical sessions using dream engines next class."
And then he was out.
