Tracey cranked the dial one last time; it reached level 15. The grass disappeared, and thick brown fog permeated the area. Jioni could no longer see Tracey, but she did see the glowing eyes of simulated Tenebris.
Too distracted by the scenery, Jioni hadn’t realized that her clothes had changed. She was wearing a blue, 21st-century-style Agent uniform, presumably more suited for the environment, considering she didn’t feel nervous anymore. Though her concern grew, everything happened so fast. She stood still in an attempt to see everything at once.
“Begin,” Tracey shouted. “Come on, move! Prove to me, your parents, and Geogen that you are Agent material.”
