Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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Victor's mood had shifted slightly.
The longer he remained here, the more he understood how heavy the price of war was. Every rock, every skeleton partially buried in ash, told a story. A story that ended with someone not going home.
He didn't just feel like a student here... he felt like a witness.
They moved past heavily-armed bastion outposts that marked the military stronghold within the K-22 sector.
Instructor Rukia stood at the head of the group, clad in her black-and-gray instructor's uniform with a flowing cape trailing behind her as her heel-boots clicked sharply with each step across the reinforced alloy platforms.
Victor strolled lazily near the back of the student group with his hands in his pockets, eyes only half-paying attention.
"Well, well, look at us, walking history textbooks with legs," he muttered under his breath.
