An hour later…
A cool breeze whispered through the open balcony of Echelon's private club building. The city below still roared with the echoes of celebration; flares, car horns, and chants in the night as fans reveled in Echelon's Promotion Tournament triumph.
But within the darkened conference room, lit only by the soft glow of monitors and a dim overhead light, the atmosphere was still, almost reverent.
Noah had awakened.
He sat at the center of the room, cross-legged on a leather couch, dressed in clean clothes, hair slightly damp from the de-thaw process.
His skin was pale, but his eyes, those cold, sharp, calculating eyes were alive. Watching. Absorbing.
The rest of the team was gathered around. They still couldn't believe the reality before them, and so they kept on staring at him with different expressions on their faces.
Aria stood with her arms folded, posture tense.
