Somewhere in the forests of the Western Province…
The mission briefing had ended early. A rare lull. They wouldn't mobilize for another half hour.
Ezra stood near the outer command tent, arms crossed, visor half-lowered over his gold eyes as he leaned against a large crate of supplies facing the horizon. He looked calm. But beneath the silence, his mind was always working. Something was distracting him from the current mission at hand.
A device hovered beside him—small, thin, inconspicuous. Linked to a secure signal routed through their most obscure intel line. The stream wasn't high-resolution given their distance from the Celestial Empire. But that was fine. Ezra wasn't watching the match for entertainment.
Or even to gain any important information. He was just curious about how the kids he left behind would turn out…
The tournament footage flickered. The footage was a recording of Kain standing on the stage as he basked in applause before the match.
