“Executive Officer, a Level Three Abyssal energy signature has appeared in Sector B7. The Special Investigation Bureau got there first, but the situation is out of control. We need tactical support.”
The cold electronic voice echoed through the cavernous office, doing nothing to disturb its silence.
Shen Jinting sat before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the city wrapped in neon lights. The collar of his black trench coat was fastened with meticulous precision, like a cage imprisoning something within.
Seven years.
