The reason Leon was taking his time wasn't out of disrespect, laziness, or even the indulgence of his sweet tooth, though the chocolate ice cream he'd just devoured had definitely hit the spot.
"That was delicious,"
he murmured, tossing the empty container aside.
But even as he licked the last traces of chocolate from his lips, his gaze remained sharp and focused, locked on the glowing screen before him. A list of available attack bases spread across the screen, each with only twelve open slots.
That was the catch.
Only twelve cadets per base and there was a reason for that. This selection was only for the East Sector. Soon, top cadets from the North, South, and West Sectors would enter the pool, and once the slots were filled, no amount of influence or ranking could change the outcome.
Leon knew that.
Everyone did.
