John observed the Reaper's Edge. It was a sleek and deadly-looking dagger, and its handle was wrapped in dark leather.
He swung the dagger a few times and nodded, satisfied. It looked and felt much more durable than his old Venomlash.
John slumped down on the couch and sighed. For the first time in a long time, he had nothing to do. Nova and the Luminars would be discussing amongst themselves if they should ally with John's people. The base had already been upgraded to accommodate the Nevilians and they were all very independent and self-sufficient people.
'What do I do now?' John thought as he swirled the Reaper in his hand, admiring its sleek design.
'Maybe I should get some rest and wait for Nova to return.'
John laid back on the couch and closed his eyes. His thoughts wandered and soon drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, he woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door.
"Who's there?"
"It's Maria."
