Two months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye to the training-and-research-invested Ezekiel. He couldn't count how many times he had fainted from overwork. Worse still were the dark circles beneath his eyes that had permanently marked his face as their home. From this anybody could infer that he hadn't gotten much sleep in the past months.
The mechanic sat hunched over his workbench in the apartment's workshop section of the training room, tools scattered around him as he made minute adjustments to what appeared to be the internal system of his Windchaser boots.
With a prod, multiple whirs emanated from the gears and components of the boot while an amethyst light flowed through the energy unit of the boot, reflecting against Ezekiel's face. A wave of that amethyst light seemed to spread out from the unit before enveloping the entire machine and seeping into its material. "Laura, how is it?"
