National War: Beneath the Surface

The light transporting them from the Preparation Area to the Simulation Scenario faded before her eyes. Osphia landed steadily, gripping the Arcane Device - Prayer Staff, its glowing tip both beautiful and holy.

Before Osphia could observe her surroundings, determine exactly where in London she was, and formulate her next strategy,

dressed in a pure white shawl embroidered with golden patterns of the royal court and a white aristocratic gown, she suddenly heard Leonidas's deep, steady voice at her side, carrying a trace of surprise.

"Osphia, Neil? You two are here as well?"

Turning around, her azure eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Osphia saw the extraordinarily burly figure and the seemingly taciturn young man standing right beside her!

"Looks like our random positions happened to put us together."

His arms were about as thick as an ordinary person's thighs. Leonidas folded his arms across his chest, the muscles seeming ready to burst, and nodded faintly. Behind his sunglasses, his face was rugged and composed.

"It seems it isn't just that."

Beneath his slightly messy curls, Neil wore a calm, indifferent expression. There was neither sorrow nor joy in his eyes. As always, he spoke succinctly and straight to the point as he looked toward a London Financial City intersection not far away.

Then Leonidas and Osphia both turned toward the direction he indicated, their expressions shifting as well.

They saw two figures grappling on the ground, with a young man beside them sighing.

Had all of them really been randomly placed directly together with the opposing side?

Osphia was astonished. In all the extensive research she had done while studying past National War records, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

Clang—!

With the sound of massive metal colliding, Leonidas grabbed the Pile Driver Mechanical Claw