Three minutes.
In just three minutes, everyone was standing neatly at the assembly area.
Because the men's and women's training operations were separate, but this time members of both teams were summoned to assemble in their respective places.
"Today at 1:43 PM, a passenger ship in the middle reaches of the Hanstley River encountered a dragon tornado and capsized within two minutes, carrying a total of 323 people, with only a dozen or so surviving so far. Our mission is to rescue as many passengers as possible in the shortest amount of time."
Ella Pemberton stood in front of the troops, her expression solemn and her brows tightly furrowed, speaking every word with extreme gravity.
Anyone could see her concern.
The female frogwomen, who had suddenly learned of the mission, had grown somber after a moment of surprise.
Seldom had they encountered such a mission.