The hum of the engines faded into a steady rhythm—soft, endless, almost like the heartbeat of the sky.
Julian sat comfortably in his seat, a sleek handheld console glowing faintly in his hands.
He'd brought it as a small reward for himself—his latest toy, something Crest had reluctantly approved of.
The game loaded up with cheerful music and bright colors. Pokeman.
In it, you didn't play as a hero catching monsters…
But as the monster—capturing humans in glowing spheres and forcing them into battle.
Julian smirked faintly.
A world where beasts command men. Now that's a twist.
He leaned back, thumb tapping the buttons, the screen flashing with colors and cries.
Tiny pixelated figures flung glowing chains, their shouts muffled beneath the soft roar of engines. It was absurd. And oddly poetic.
Between duels, he glanced outside—clouds rolled past like oceans of silver.
A gentle chime sounded. The scent of roasted chicken and warm bread filled the cabin.
