Jill Stingray

The announcement reverberated through the training hall, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. Jill Stingray stood among the sea of cadets, her posture straight and composed, though her heart pounded in her chest. Her name, spoken with authority, marked her as the new pilot of Cerulean Tempest.

As the gravity of the moment settled, whispers rippled through the crowd—she’d made the cut. Jill remained steady, her sharp violet eyes betraying the flicker of pride beneath her calm exterior. The first step into the battlefield had been made, and there was no turning back.