Order Bureau, Special Operations Group Office.
As the office door swung open, Bologue was the first to step inside. He yanked off the Face of Horror from his face and collapsed onto the sofa, worn out. Next came Palmer, who was too drained even to remove his mask, slumping beside Bologue and leaning back as if lifeless.
Seeing the two, Lebius set down the document in his hand, intending to speak, but Bologue preempted him by raising his hand.
"Let us catch our breath first."
Lebius nodded, saying nothing more. The efforts of these two over the past period were evident, and it was clear they were utterly exhausted.
Their responsibilities didn't involve just any urban paths but rather the entirety of the Great Rift. Even though Lebius mentioned that the current operations targeting the Great Rift were merely at the experimental stage and the two need not bear any psychological burden, in practice, the treacherous location of the Great Rift was still daunting.
