The next afternoon, Zane had already arranged a healing session for Serein with an A-rank Healer.
A message had been sent to her ARC band that morning, but she'd been so exhausted that she slept straight through until the sun was high.
The appointment was at two. She still had time to drag herself down to the canteen and grab something to fill her stomach.
You can't do anything on an empty stomach.
Serein couldn't actually tell you what the stewed rib broth tasted like, because her tongue was dulled, like she'd bitten into an unripe persimmon. Maybe it was that, or maybe her mind still kept looping Deimos's words from the night before.
In two weeks, countless Gates will open in the heart of Astralis City. The choice is yours, Serein.
After forcing down the bland meal, she stepped into the elevator and went down to the basement. Anything to do with levo happened down there, to prevent any leakage that might harm ordinary people above.
