"The hell do you mean by that?" Mark grumbled under his breath. "Weren't you people who said I'm special?"
The rough surface under his hands fueled his annoyance, and when it scraped his skin after he lost his grip the pain caused him to curse out loudly. Thanks to the Force Field he didn't get any deep cuts, but even a single scratch was still infuriating.
Mark was climbing the rubble of the destroyed building where the Dimensional Rift was, trying to reach the first floor to see if the stairs leading up didn't crumble.
Same as last time, he was told to go deal with the whole thing on his own. The least he could call it was an annoyance, but to make things worse, he was just done getting roasted by that superior of his.
According to him, the first lecture at the Peace Keeper's training academy was dedicated to curbing the delusions of the new recruits.
