Erik woke up before dawn, pulling on his uniform. The attire was simple but imposing, comprising a form-fitting bodysuit made of a flexible, durable material that allowed for a full range of motion.
In addition, he wore a sleeveless jacket that reached his waist. Brown boots completed the ensemble.
With his uniform in place, Erik left the barracks and made his way to the Blackguards' flying car parked outside.
The vehicle was sleek and menacing, painted a glossy black that seemed to absorb the dim light of the pre-dawn sky.
The driver waiting for him was not as imposing. This man was likely a random blackguards' employee.
There was no way those pompous pricks would allow a talented fighter to work as a driver.
"Good morning," the man said. The driver was working for the blackguards for years. This meant he knew that if he had to pick up this guy, Erik, it meant he had been selected to join the blackguards.
