At her speed, the time it took to walk through this room couldn't even be measured with a chronograph, but she just maintained the most basic pace, even slower than usual. She took one step at a time, and it took her nine seconds and seven steps to stand in front of him.
Ulbian finally raised his head to look at her. He did not turn on the light, and neither did Gladia. The only light sources in the room were the flashing information light of the terminal on the table and the real-time collected image of a certain scale group in the sea projected by the window mechanism. The dim and swaying blue light imprinted on his body, dyeing the already dark fabric on his body deeper. The fabric of the mask even reflected a little leather-like light on the undulating arc of the bridge of his nose. Gladia reached out to press it, and the reason for the reflection was revealed: his mask was soaked with blood, and the liquid was more reflective than the cloth, so it naturally appeared brighter than other fabrics.
Concept: Family is a choice.