"Victor, can't you be faster? The Spark is getting up again." Eren watched Victor cross the hoverjet cabin, an object cupped carefully in both hands.
"Fuck you. Don't rush me," Victor cursed, his blood-red eyes never leaving the object cupped in both hands.
His upper body was nearly motionless while his feet slid the smallest, careful steps. Sweat beaded at his brow and traced damp lines down the side of his nose. The tiny tremors that ran along his jaw and the way his breath tightened showed how taut and focused he was.
He was carrying it as if it were a bomb that could end them all… and, in fact, it was a nuclear payload.
It sat in his hands as a cylinder, at first glance like a thick glass jar sealed with metal caps at each end.
Up close, the outer skin was matte and industrial, not ornamental. Inside, rows of narrow vials rested in powdered foam. Oily, pale green liquid packed without a single bubble, viscous as a gel, and unnaturally calm.
