After this "great war", everything finally calmed down.
Or perhaps, it seemed as if nothing ever happened.
-----Time Divider-----
Three days later.
New York, First Military District compound.
Lucas Knight opened his eyes, seeing the ceiling, the incandescent lights, and the slightly vintage curtains.
The smell of disinfectant filled his nose.
Hospital.
Was he injured?
Hmm, which fool dared to lay a hand on him, Shit! Dammit!
The man's deep, cold phoenix eyes gazed around, taking just three seconds to realize that this place... should be New York.
Tried to move a bit and found that his whole body hurt, especially his chest, as if stabbed by a dagger.
Enduring the sharp pain.
He slowly sat up, discovering that his entire body was wrapped in bandages.
His chest ached with a dull pain, and he didn't know what was wrong with him. He faintly remembered the doctor saying there was snake venom in his body, and it would be very uncomfortable when it flared up.
