Goras sat in his room. The Prime Gear stood to the left of his vanity table. The mirror reflected his silver hair and dimmed hazel eyes. His face was dirty and darker than usual.
He let out a tired breath through his nose. All these time, it was always Balmar that lead him. Now that he's gone, Goras didn't know what to do.
He considered himself a critical thinker. His task was to create a strategy to hunt something to the best of their ability. But things never go as planned. He had experienced that many times. And to compensate for this failure, a great leader must take the rope and lead with decisiveness.
Goras wasn't a leader. He won't know what to do if the plan failed.
Balmar.
What do I do now? I always have you to answer this question. Who do I ask now?
He looked at his palm then pointed it at the Prime Gear. A purple glow surrounded the power suit and it floated towards him. The armor was much taller than him. Slim and sleek. Quick yet strong.
