Having vanquished the grim, Nova turned to Miguel and revealed a charming smile. She then picked up her communicator and said, "All units, fall into formation. We're going to storm out of here with a coordinated assault and take out the grims at the back.”

"Team One, ready."

"Team Two, ready."

Tens of thousands of young men and women organized themselves into a flawless formation: assault, defense, long-range support, cover fire, scouts, support, and medical units. Upon close observation, one would find that their formation bore a remarkable resemblance to the one Adrian had deployed during the Battle of Azure Creek.

After the teams had prepared themselves, Nova, their leader, shouted, "Charge!"

The team surged forward like a tidal wave.

At eighteen years old, Nova now understood everything that was happening through her continuous learning. She knew about the Creator, the meteorites on Isle 416, and everything else that had occurred. The young men and women who became her compa