The golden glow of the sun streaked across the sky as the Triarch appeared above Thule and passed through the white clouds.
Leon took in a deep breath as he slowly shifted his gaze to the three weapons he had placed on the empty section of the dashboard.
Wu Ze's brevity flashed in Leon's mind as he stared at her broken sword, followed by the fierce look she always carried and her tough voice.
Can't she stop using that? It's a waste.
Leon giggled slightly while his eyes slowly began to well up as he remembered how Wu Ze scrubbed her eyes immediately after she made that statement the night before they set out into Tartarus.
'Such a nice person she was on the inside,' Leon said to himself, then swallowed the tears before shifting his gaze to the next weapon.
Looking at An Lang's war disc, Leon's chest heaved as he remembered the day he called them while he was celebrating his birthday with his family.
You… never mind. Welcome to the age of wealth… or death.
