The squad erupts into frantic, chaotic action all at once. Zoe spins her heavy glaive off the rack with fluid, deadly precision, Mira rapidly stuffs glowing, colorful vials into her bag, and Saja drops his chip bag, sending chips scattering wildly across the floor as he scrambles for his jacket. Dust kicks up violently into the harsh overhead lights. The camera is a static, locked-off wide shot...
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