Within the colossal military aircraft known as the Last Stand, tension thickened in the air. The soldiers inside were growing restless, their armored boots clanging heavily against the steel floor as they fanned out in disorganized clusters.
They had tasked themselves with finding the elusive white-haired Major-ranked soldier, yet despite their relentless searching, he remained nowhere to be found.
Still, none of them dared to surrender to discouragement. How could they, when the promise of such an unimaginable reward lingered before their eyes?
The scent of ambition laced the atmosphere, drawing them together as some soldiers decided to combine their efforts, working in small teams to scour every corner of the aircraft.
Unbeknownst to them, reality itself bent and rippled. Space twisted like a ripple of water disturbed by a single drop, and from within that distortion stepped Anthony.
