An ashen-haired young man dashed through the metallic hallways, his face showing mostly happiness, though also tinged with a hint of worry.
He wanted to see Maia's condition for himself.
It had been a little over eight months since he last saw her, and the thought of her condition soured his mood whenever he remembered it.
Soon, sounds of battle and heavy breathing could be heard from the walls of a certain vast room.
It seemed that the captains and commanders of the Black Dawn Unit and the Kirov Unit were going full-throttle in training again today.
As much as he wanted to let them focus, he had no choice but to interrupt them, as he needed to ask Ian where his little sister was.
What he didn't expect was that, upon opening the metallic doors of the training room, the first face that would greet her would be Maia's.
On her face was the battle-crazed smile that he had not seen for years.
"Maia!" He exclaimed, horrified.
