Two additional entries sat below the monster deaths, formatted differently. The classification text was longer, wrapped in the bureaucratic language that the Association used when it wanted to acknowledge a death without assigning blame.
Competitor Fatality (Accidental) — Combatant struck by misdirected radiant ability deployed by Alice Ashborn (Runewoven) during declared rescue operation. Ability was targeted at monsters in the basin. Death classified as unintentional collateral under Article 9, Section 3 of Awakened Combat Regulations. Penalty: 0 Points. Under review.
Competitor Fatality (Accidental) — Combatant crushed by geological debris dislodged by Nyx Cosmos (Runewoven) during declared rescue operation. Boulder deployment was targeted at monsters concentration in the basin. Death classified as unintentional collateral under Article 9, Section 3 of Awakened Combat Regulations. Penalty: 0 Points. Under review.
Zero penalty. Both of them.
The tent was very quiet.
Nyx tilted her head, read her entry twice, and sighed.
"Oops."
Calypso snorted. Bastet’s tail flicked. Luna didn’t bother hiding the grin.
The truth was that they’d been careful.
The entire bombardment had been calibrated to wound, not kill. Hurt the fighters badly enough that they couldn’t outrun the monsters, shatter their formations so the Slashers and the Colossus could do the rest, but keep their own hands technically clean.
Every volley from the ridge had been aimed at monster-dense zones with the understanding that collateral damage to nearby competitors was unfortunate but legally defensible, while direct kills were a line they couldn’t afford to cross.
It appeared that Alice and Nyx had been a bit too enthusiastic.
The result was the same either way. Two people were dead and the Association had stamped it with a zero, and nobody in this tent was going to lose sleep over the difference between ’killed by our attack’ and ’killed by a monster two seconds after our attack.’
Luna’s grin faded.
"Any news on the little sister?"
Kaiden’s gaze darkened.
Alice had been separated from the group almost immediately after the Association landed on the ridge. Different escort, different tent, different interview. They hadn’t seen her since.
That wasn’t standard procedure for a rookie under investigation.
It was standard procedure for Alice Ashborn.
And other suspected mass murderers.
His little sister had a history. Multiple incidents across her career, all of them involving suspicious deaths that had been a little too convenient, a little too well-timed, and a little too difficult to ignore. Each one had ended the same way: Alice in a holding room, an investigator across the table, and Vespera Ashborn’s shadow falling over the proceedings until the charges evaporated.
The Association remembered every single one of those incidents, even if the courts didn’t.
To them, Alice wasn’t a rookie caught in the crossfire of a chaotic rescue operation but a repeat offender who’d been handed a convenient excuse, and the fact that she’d walked free every previous time didn’t make them gentler.
Kaiden also suspected they were hoping to use the interview as an opportunity to ask about her Conduit form.
The radiant halo that had blazed across the sky during the bombardment was a never-before-seen ability, the kind of power that made intelligence divisions salivate. An extended questioning session with Alice in custody was too good an opportunity to waste on just the basin incident.
But he knew his little sister. She might’ve been a needy teen with a bit of a scatterbrain, but she knew when to keep her mouth shut. Alice had sat across from Association interrogators before and given them nothing. She wouldn’t start now.
Calypso took his left hand. Bastet took his right.
"Alice will be okay," Calypso said with her demonic tail flapping behind her butt.

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