Reality, Azure Federation.
Polaris awakens from the sleep pod.
The equipment detects his sleep interruption, automatically disconnecting the data interface behind his ear. The data cable retracts like a small snake with life, coiling back.
With a hiss of air, the cabin door slowly opens. A robust young man, bare-chested, wipes the nutrient solution from his face, stands up from the sleeping pod, and walks out.
A deep sorrow is hidden between Polaris's brows, difficult to disperse.
Absentmindedly, he wipes his body with a towel, dresses in his uniform, then glances at the numerous neatly arranged sleep pods in the cabin.
The core members of the Transcendent Division are still lying inside, linked to the game world of the Era of Mystery, with their consciousness controlling avatars moving across the Anita Continent.
This, too, was demanded by Polaris.
For some reason, his Spiritual Intuition suggests that the teacher might need help from these "Undead Foreigners"…
