"It goes without saying that this mission is going to be dangerous."
Kai, Bree, and Barbara were standing in a horizontal line in front of the bald professor's desk; their backs were as straight as an arrow, and their hands were locked behind them. Just as the bald professor requested, the three of them gathered at the professor's headquarters early.
Two hours before the morning exercise, the sky is still barely lit up.
"As Angels, you are expected to perform or die, but there's a system in place. One that set the stage for fairness," the bald professor leaned back on his chair—and intertwined his hands on his stomach. "Handling the Sky Gates isn't your task; it's your seniors' task.
"Death is always a risk, but this time, there's no need for the three of you to risk your lives. If the situation escalates, you're allowed to prioritize your lives. As long as the threat is real, you can run. Do you understand?"
All three of them nodded in response.
