Vega's feet touched the earth beneath her as she arrived at the floating island reserved specifically for Corporal ranked soldiers. The air was crisp, and the atmosphere here was far quieter, almost solemn, compared to the rest of the island.
She walked with calm, composed strides, her face expressionless. Her long, flowing purple hair swayed gently behind her, as though dancing to the subtle tune of the wind and the rhythm of the world itself.
As she walked through the main path, necks turned almost instantly. Soldiers, both male and female, paused in their steps, their eyes drawn to her like magnets. They stared at her as if she were an exotic animal in a zoo, something too rare and mesmerizing to look away from.
But Vega didn't react, not even in the slightest. She was already used to this. Necks had always turned whenever she stepped into any room or space. This wasn't new, and it certainly didn't faze her.
