"Destroy one beacon to advance to the next stage."
The words had barely dropped before Atticus's mind ran like a supercomputer.
'So they're beacons.'
He fixed his eyes on the orb of light beneath them.
"Surround it," he said suddenly, and the group vanished from the skies, appearing all around the orb, cold eyes cautiously glancing around the haze.
'The other lights must be the other beacons,' Atticus thought, focusing on the numerous lights shining through the haze in the distance.
'Other groups.' As he realized, he began to understand the structure of this scenario.
'Each group is protecting one beacon. Destroying one allows you to ascend to the next scenario.' He thought. 'If our beacon is destroyed, then we'll most likely get pulled out of the competition entirely.' Atticus's gaze turned cold. He couldn't have that.
'We have to defend and also attack.' He fixed his gaze on the beacons in the distance. To destroy one, they had to move from their positions.
