Bruce blinked, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the blazing light. Above him, the sky stretched brilliant blue, the horizon wide, distant, and empty.
And around him were hundreds of other recruits.
Sophie was nowhere in sight, and he couldn't use his life-force sensing trait here.
The crowd were gathered just like before, every face looking equally confused and astonished by the things around them. The realism of the environment was just that staggering. The illusion was perfect; every texture, every sound, even the subtle shift of the wind against their skin felt real.
Bruce lowered his gaze to his hands and froze.
There, resting comfortably in his grip, was a pair of blades, sleek, sharp, and familiar.
They were a perfect replica of Red's scalpel-like dagger form.
The AI had scanned his memories exactly, or rather, not technically his memory, but what he had in his imagination, and replicated the exact weapon he had envisioned when he said "two daggers".
