In the Ninth Abyss, the summer camp students, after a full eight hours of sleep, were jolted awake by a shrill whistle.
Assembly, physical checkups, food distribution...
Once the formalities were done, everyone received their standard-issue equipment: antidotes, burn cream, distress flares, emergency drones, short-range teleportation scrolls...
This was Mike's first official Abyssal operation. Moving with the corps, he finally grasped the sheer expense of waging war in the Abyss. The equipment he held alone was worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
An army marched on its stomach, as they said. Besides manpower, war was fueled by money. Proper logistical support was crucial for maximizing individual combat effectiveness.