Icarus stood alone in the observation area, looking down at the blood-soaked chamber below.
The Mind Tower had been designed to test mental limits, to push candidates to their breaking points and measure their capacity for growth.
But in all the years since its construction, nobody had ever stood under Level 25 pressure the way Damian Valcor just had.
Icarus pulled out his communicator, opening a secure channel.
"This is Senior General Icarus. I need to file an incident report directly to High Command."
He paused, choosing his next words carefully.
"Regarding Candidate Damian Valcor and the events that occurred during his Mind Tower assessment."
The response came immediately, authorization granted without question.
Icarus began typing, documenting everything that had transpired.
The mental pressure test, the Will stat that had climbed to heights that shouldn't be possible for someone Damian's age.
