The chill of the early morning was still in the air. Though all the trees leading up to Lumina had been cut, wild grass grew everywhere and was covered with dew. The smell of fresh air was invigorating and filled with temptatious welcome.
Shades of pink and blue filled the sky, and unseen insects were croaking and singing a morning welcome. The wind was pleasant and refreshing.
It seemed like the day was calling out to them, telling them to seize the opportunities life presented, and revel in the beauty of the world. A field of daisies lay in their path, as if welcoming them to wonderland.
But the more it was like this, the more cautious Nero became. The reason why no one gave them any last minute briefing was because they had all been given a file containing all the information about it. There was nothing left to do.
"Don't drop your guard," Nero reminded everyone, a grim expression painting his face.
