Nikolai leaned against a blackened marble pillar while sitting on the floor. He watched the cityscape in silence, hair matted with sweat as the cold breeze diluted the stench of death.
'I shouldn't have been reckless, the building will cost a lot to repair.'
After defeating Valan, the momentum faded, leaving Nikolai winded. With the mission complete, the forces of Nosferatu started their retreat, allowing him to take his time. But somehow... He just couldn't bring himself to smile or celebrate it.
Bzzzt!
[White Wolf, are you there?]
The static crackle of the earpiece brought his focus back. Hearing Leona's worried voice stirred his chest, and the lethargy dripped away. He sighed. As if letting out all the negative feelings inside. Then tapped his earpiece. "Leona, ah... was it Celtic One? Yeah I'm just a little tired, the mission is over."
[... Are you sure?]
