Planet Kareem.
A tall man with an indifferent expression and long black hair stood proudly on top of a skyscraper.
His hands were folded against his chest as he took a powerful breath in and out.
"It's a shame we didn't pay attention to someone like you a long time ago, our negligence cost us the life of an honourable warrior," The man said after sighing.
He was talking to the person kneeling on the ground behind him.
Ma'abu, forced to remain in his humanoid form, was kneeling on the roof of this concrete tower, bearing the full blade of the sun on his battered body.
He looked frail now.
His muscles looked like they had been deteriorating for some time, his skin was pale, his eyes were swollen, his lips were swollen, his cheeks were swollen.
Ma'abu had suffered.
Whoever had dragged Ma'abu into the heavenly beacon to escape back then had definitely not done so out of goodwill.
