Behind a double-layered wall in his parents' room lay a peculiar badge, etched with an unfamiliar symbol. He had no idea what it represented, but instinct told him it was important.
It was the only clue he had.
So he stored it carefully inside his storage ring.
As the soul train thundered forward, the carriage gradually quieted until only the rhythmic clatter of wheels against tracks remained. For class zero, the second-class seating felt a bit cramped, but it also carried a sense of adventure.
Outside the window, scenery blurred into streaks of color. One by one, passengers drifted into sleep.
Ray took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
Step by step. Bite by bite. I just need to keep moving forward.
Once in Central City, his first priority would be finding a thousand-year Azure-veined Vine.
