Mid Sector 99 — Planet Kizar
Sitting before a desk cluttered with scattered papers, overturned notes, and books torn apart in fits of uncontrollable frustration… Shaddad did not look well at all.
At that moment, both of his hands were pressed tightly against his head, his fingers buried deep within his thick hair as if trying to hold his thoughts in place, his elbows resting heavily on the desk while he stared at several disordered sheets before him… it was impossible to tell how long he had been in that exact position, unmoving, lost within a storm of thoughts that refused to settle.
More than fifty years had passed since he had declared his complete seclusion, cutting himself off from the outside world in pursuit of a single goal… to reach the next step, to find a viable method to break through into the Nexus State using the body array as his foundation.
But the progress… had been far from satisfying.
