Blazren sat back on the lounge bench, tossing his cracked gauntlet onto the table.
His breath was steady now, but his shoulders were still tense.
Smoke drifted off his armor as the heat slowly faded.
Across from him, Neuro stood near the digital wall display, scrolling through fresh reports with a flick of his fingers.
The numbers showed what they'd been waiting for.
"The mutant threat is at two percent," Neuro said calmly.
"Most of them neutralized. Small pockets still hiding. Nothing serious."
Blazren leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "So it's over."
Neuro didn't turn around. "Almost."
Blazren let out a short breath and stood up.
He stretched his arms, popping the tension out of his joints. "Damn. It took weeks."
"Twenty-one days," Neuro corrected.
"I kept count. You lost four armor sets. Burned out twelve weapon cores."
Blazren smirked slightly. "Worth it."
