Chapter 539: Game time
(Continued Mia frostines POV)
After my formal introduction to the War Council, I expected a strategic meeting, intense discussions, maybe a drawn-out debate over deployments and upcoming offensives. What I did not expect... was Commander Rurik Halegrave spinning a wooden wheel like a child at a summer fair.
Even the discovery of the Rank-Up potion had changed the battlefield drastically. Where once S-Rankers were hailed as legends, almost divine in power, they were now... common. The potion had allowed many A+ Rank individuals to leap past their limit. The Authority grew stronger, and so did its armies. But this also meant the battlefield had become even more brutal.
Then started listing the matters at hand the delta outpost with imminent threat, the gates and also read out a report that had a detail of their last mission to stabilize a high threat gate after that he laid the spinner on the table
The names on the spinner
Not military operations. Not threat levels. Not zones of deployment.
Children’s games.
"Commander," I blinked, trying to mask my disbelief, "is this how we decide assignments?"
Valen Drazmir gave a slight smirk from across the table, one hand calmly folded under his chin. "It’s tradition," he said dryly. "Some of us have seen too many real wars. This... keeps things interesting."
"Interesting," I muttered under my breath, glancing around. Seraphine shrugged as if to say you’ll get used to it, while Nock chuckled from his massive seat, tapping a reinforced metal knee with rhythmic patience.
Commander Rurik, still grinning with the mischievous energy of a teenager, flicked the spinner once with dramatic flair. It spun with speed, the pointer blurring as the wooden wheel whirred and clicked. My eyes scanned the options written in chalk on its surface:
Tag. Hopscotch. Hide and Seek. Duck Duck Goose. Dodgeball.