The air grew heavy as the Martial Sages made the final preparations for the upcoming battle in their respective jets, consuming and carrying potions as they completed other pre-mission operations.
The air was heavy.
Tense.
They knew from experience that not all of them were going to make it.
The Central Highlands re-inspired a sense of mortality among the Martial Sages that they hadn't experienced since they were mere Martial Apprentices.
STEP
Kane entered a particular compartment of the jet hangar, turning towards a seated figure upon the benches. "Here you are."
He spotted Rui simply gazing at meagre commemorations, erected within the jet, of the friends and allies that they had lost.
