The Price of Advancement
The roar of the Proving Ground Arena slammed into Kael, a physical wall of sound and expectation. He sat in Ghost’s cockpit, the salvaged mech a patchwork of desperate repairs, its chassis still bearing the scars of the last trial. Every system flickered with the unstable energy of the prototype module, a barely contained storm within the machine, threatening to tear itself apart. A faint, acrid smell of ozone and stressed wiring permeated the cockpit, a constant reminder of the risks he was taking.
Across the scorched earth of the arena, the Rank 7 veteran, Jarek “Ironclad” Thorne, sneered from his pristine crimson and chrome mech. His machine, an Academy-issue ‘Sentinel’ model, was a fortress of reinforced plating and heavy weaponry, a