Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, nearly two hundred years have passed.
Once vibrant black hair has turned into a messy half-length silver, and even the eyebrows have turned white.
The once-handsome square face was now weighed down by heavy bags under the eyes, deep wrinkles, and covered in age spots like bullet wounds.
"I've grown old."
Quentin Cooper took a deep breath and slumped down onto the couch.
In his heart, he thought, I have fulfilled my promise, dedicating my life wholeheartedly to the most noble cause of liberating humanity, and I have no regrets.
But every journey must come to an end, and I am too old.
I don't know how much longer I can hold on, I am not even sure if I can make it to the day we arrive at the Galactic Center.
I hope that when the time comes, and the Great War is upon us, I am not facing my end.
Quentin, in a daze, gradually closed his eyes.
