Above the clouds, Arsene Snow stood with his arms poised behind his back. Ordained in a black mask that carried 'III' across his surface, a chilling glow reflected across his eyes as he stared at the seven islands connected to the mainland, which all represented the Isle of Vatar.
"Zero, I need seven operatives. Number V believes there is an Atrium deposit located on this planet," Arsene began as his mask transmitted the message. "I'd like to confirm his suspicion."
Through Arsene's eyes, the image of Zero appeared. "Is your identity still intact?"
"Yes. Number V suspects nothing. He told the professors about the Atrium deposit, who, in turn, began relaying that information to the students. It was an interesting scheme to get us a message."
"Risky. If Atrium reaches the God Realms, they'll enslave the entire planet to find a single deposit," said Zero darkly. "You know Number V's luck has never been good. He's a walking disaster."