CHAPTER 119
"The second war is coming, and it's approaching faster than we can imagine."
Van was visibly perplexed by the instructor's grim declaration, causing him to raise an eyebrow in bewilderment.
Curiosity soon took hold of him, and he tentatively raised a hand.
"Uhm… question, sir. What exactly do you mean by that?"
Sony exhaled slowly through his nose as a small, weary smile curved across his face.
It was the kind of smile that suggested he had been carrying a heavy burden for far too long—the sort of expression that made it painfully obvious he was exhausted.
He seemed tired of the constant fighting, the perpetual state of war, and the lingering fear of an attack that could strike at any moment.
It was the kind of smile that made it seem as though he didn't expect to survive if things took a turn for the worse.
And in truth, that was likely the case.
Sony wasn't a meta-human, and he was acutely aware of that fact.
