The trio made their way to a low-profile side entrance to the Academy, a place used by staff and contractors, hoping to avoid the scrutiny of the main gates. The floating academy, a utopian haven in the sky, seemed more sinister than ever. The serene, gleaming facade now felt like a cage, a place of gilded lies.
They were met by an automated security system that immediately identified their Atlas Academy badges. A mechanical voice, devoid of emotion, guided them to a pristine white room. There, they were greeted not by a hero, but by a cold-faced woman in a crisp white uniform, her eyes scanning them with an unsettling intensity.
"Identity confirmed," the woman said, her voice flat and synthetic. "Please state your purpose."
Mateo's mind raced. He knew a direct accusation would get them nowhere. They were still just students, after all. Who would believe them over a renowned hero and an entire institution?
