"Protocol 404. This is Command Endric making contact with Ever. Come in."
The words rang out through a world.
A world filled with endless skyscrapers, the shortest of which was a five-story building.
Explosions rippled continuously through the skyscrapers, shattering glass into fragments as smoke billowed into the air.
Yet, on one of these skyscrapers, dressed in a white-blue military outfit, sat a young man.
Legs swinging rhythmically in the air, blue hair whipping around in the breeze, his hand reached for his ear where a beeping pod lay, and he tapped once, replying.
"Protocol 404. This is Ever."
"Ever. Give your status report."
"Zero injs. Zero probs. Ready to move," he replied to the pod, eyeing a massive destruction that had completely blown apart the entire top of a ten-story building, reducing it to eight while cracks ruptured through the glass all the way to the bottom.
"Protocol 404 has lost connection with Alv and Daph."
"Last sight recording sent."
