In the giant crater at the center of the nothingness where I had merged the cores was the place we had decided to leave everything that was in my Spatial Dimension. Eugene couldn't put it in his own since this place was practically just that.
There, in the center, was an old walkman that I had taken from the pawn shop when back in Iceland when I was there with Albert and Luka.
I picked up the device and slid it into my pockets before placing the plugs into my ears.
The Walkman booted up and soon, a pop-rock song started playing. I took in a deep breath and stretched my muscles.
The music started picking up.
And as soon as the chorus hit.
"H̶̯̥̱̑̋́̀Y̵̨̳͈͛̊̀A̷̧̤͉͉̅̋͠A̴͕̯̼͛A̷̩̻̤͐̈́A̷̩̤͔̹̾̑͊!̸̧̜̗̅̒"
Invasion Navy's cries came screeching down from above
"K̸̮̣̟̮͒͝I̷̜̔̾͐̀L̴͇̒̅L̷͎̐̕ ̶̠̦͗Ỵ̶̣͛̓̿̽͜O̸̤̯͍̍̑͑͐Ủ̷̗͚͓̞"
"Gutsy," I smirked.
This was the beginning of the second last assignment in my training from Eugene.
