Thursday evening, September 6th, 2274. The Empowered Military-Republic of America's Northern Airspace Domain, AKA The EMRA's Northern AD, AKA Olympia District/Washington DC.
Victor's day felt like a bizarre fever dream from start to finish. Or at least where he ended up currently.
The Mana Flux hit in the middle of a training event gone awry thanks to Syrus' competitive hate for Rex. The two were like a stray dog and cat in the city, letting their animalistic fury collide with the rest of the population.
From there, the world changed. Literally. Figuratively. Metaphorically. Every way Victor could think of.
And still it didn't compare to his prior realizations in regards to his adoptive family. His captors— who he was summoned by in the event of the world changing.
"I guess they have to make sure their return on investment isn't too damaged." Victor thought with disdain as he gazed out the window of the militarized private jet he'd been picked up in back in Fort Amazonia.
