The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Port base as Cara dismissed Arthur and Aziel. Her voice carried the weight of authority that had been earned through countless battles, each word measured and deliberate.
"Take the rest of the day to get situated," she said, her piercing gaze shifting between the two of them. "Your temporary quarters are in Building 4, second floor, room 247. The keycards are at the reception desk." She paused, studying their faces. "We'll reconvene tomorrow morning at 0800 hours to discuss whats next. For now, familiarize yourselves with the base layout and get some food."
Arthur felt the lingering ache in his muscles from their sparring session, each movement a reminder of just how outclassed he had been. The memory of Cara's overwhelming power still sent shivers down his spine—the way she had moved with such fluid grace, her light-based abilities creating a dazzling display that had left him blinded and completely outmaneuvered.
