After several long, grinding months— Young Sector 99—Nihari
With steady, unwavering steps that echoed with a disciplined rhythm, a bare-chested human ascended a massive stone staircase carved into the side of a towering structure. His muscles tensed with every stride, glistening faintly under the pale morning light. At the staircase's peak hung a colossal horn—an ancient, ceremonial-looking instrument shaped as though it were crafted for sacred declarations or divine offerings.
He paused, inhaling deeply—his chest expanding as if he intended to draw in not just the surrounding air, but the very essence of the region itself—and then—
BOOOOOOOO~
The horn roared across the horizon.
"YEEEEEEEES!!"
