Chapter 79 – (Paralyzed –What happened? Why… can't I move? What's with that eye)
The sun had climbed gently overhead, casting angled beams across the tiled Central Region walkways. The cafeteria pavilion – set at the north edge of the central zone – stood ahead, nestled between modern advanced buildings. The wind carried the faint aroma of spirit-dishes, fried beast-meat, and golden rice.
Morca walked alone, hands in his pants pockets, his gaze loose but inward. His steps were measured, silent – the kind of walk that blurred into the background of a bustling street.
Until–
"Morca!"
A voice behind him, sharp, feminine, and unmistakably familiar.
But he didn't stop. He knew that voice. Knew it too well. And yet... not because he looked down on her, but quite the opposite. He knew there were a lot of eyes on him now, especially here in the public Central Region where both foes and paper tigers lurked.
