Elias watched as several sharply dressed Shard Users stepped forward, each one from different blocks he didn't recognize. They introduced themselves one by one, speaking briefly with the members at the table, some exchanging polite words while others shared a history, prior connections evident in the way they addressed one another.
The process was starting to make sense. Each of them had been selected for this so-called Officer Program, but how? Some had military backgrounds, others seemed to have political ties, and a few carried themselves with a level of experience that suggested they had already been in leadership roles before.
Elias, on the other hand, had no idea why he had been picked.
He hadn't saved anyone at the resort. If anything, he had slowed everyone down, barely keeping up in the fight. Even his final act—dropping Vincent from the sky—hadn't finished the job. That thought gnawed at him. Is Vincent even dead?
