The arena descended into chaos, screams erupting from every direction as students collapsed around them. Noah stood motionless for a moment, his dark eyes taking in the unfolding disaster while his mind raced ahead, mapping patterns in the attack, identifying threats, calculating probabilities. A flush of adrenaline sharpened his senses as he watched masked figures pour through every entrance.
'Three objectives,' he thought. 'Stop the sedative, disrupt their coordination, and protect the students from being drained.'
Beside him, Sophie and Kelvin had already risen to their feet, faces grim with determination. Noah didn't waste breath on explanations they didn't need.
"Kelvin, whatever they're pumping into the air—can you stop it?"
