Luna’s moon was just starting to rise, and everyone was still training. They had been fighting a squadron of holographic changelings for the past three hours, and it was starting to get tedious. Level had had to drink three boxes of juice during the exercise just to keep her diabetes from becoming the group’s biggest liability. No matter; she would fight until the very end.
Even as she thought this, Level still winced as she used her magic to shoot one of the holographic changelings in the head, causing it to vanish in a puff of smoke. She knew that when the real changelings came to Ponyville, their deaths would not be so clean and simple. She tried to tell herself that it didn’t matter, that they were all part of a hivemind, so their deaths barely counted as deaths. Even so, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was lying to herself and her troops.
As Level and the others continued to fight, she heard Azalea start to sing. Azalea often sang during combat simu
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