Eleanor was still sick, but nowhere near as bad as yesterday. Whatever Rune had given her really helped. So much so that she had excreted her purgegut venom to give to the infirmary so they could give the other poisoned students the same thing.
My venom baby was so helpful.
Hunting snapped again.
Aura Whimzle:Anti-Dragon regime member undercover. Report everything you know or find out to Lorian.
“Understood,” she said.
Snap.
Raze Mournfall:Play the role of an undercover elite enforcer. Eliminate higher-value dragons and drakes only when opportunities arise.
Snap.
Hawk Moonfang:Assigned to protect key routes for the anti-dragon revolution and neutralize any threats.
He nodded, and she snapped again.
Lorian Stonepaw:Anti-Dragon regime leader.
“Got it,” Lorian nodded.
“Fantastic,” she replied easily, gesturing for us to follow her. “We’ll be in Apex Simulator 1.6 today. Follow me and listen.”
We scrambled to our feet and had to jog to keep up with our professor. Her heels set a clipped tempo down the corridor and clacked until we reached the grass outside.
“There are three turning points some of you must identify. Roles differ by student, as you’ve seen,” she called over her shoulder. “My final relies on individual scoring. Your ability to recognize historical events and misinformation under pressure is crucial. This is not a squad grade.”
Koa almost tripped on a rock.
I caught his elbow.
“Thanks,” he told me.
“Any time, brother-mate.” I grinned.
He blushed and looked at Rune.
He knew what I was talking about.
“Something you should know is the burning of the Resistance Treaty between all supernaturals aside from dragons anddrakes,” Professor Hunting went on, weaving us toward the smaller simulator on the right of the academy. “Any of you may be required to recover it or re-sign it in secret. That means archives infiltration or reuniting the surviving factionswithoutalerting the regime during the ball. I will not be assigning this to your missions. This is something that one of you mayormay not do.”
We made it to the simulator.
“World parameters,” she continued, opening the door to the simulator. “Male-dominated drake elite. Male basilisks are almost always forced to become royal enforcers, and phoenixes have mostly been hunted to extinction, aside from a few that had become slaves of the regime. Shifters have been forced into service as war-beasts. Vampires are…” She led us into the simulator and made her way to the control panel. “Useful until disobedient.”
Dimitri’s jaw flexed.
“Rubric is simple,” she told us. “Don’t get executed for treason. Do get history on the right track. Complete your missions.” A beat of silence slipped in as she sighed. “You cannot fix the timeline completely. You are to put the timeline back on the right track again. For peace and equality.”
The control panel glowed brightly.
“Good luck,” she told us.
The simulation cracked open.
A cathedral-ballroom hybrid building surrounded us. There were marble columns veined with gold, chandeliers hung with dragon-teeth and basilisk fangs, floors polished to a mirror that reflected my face as I looked down.
