The old drone maintenance hangar in Sector 4 reeked of metal and cheap lubricating oil.
The silver lotus flower spray-painted on the interior wall, though faded by the acidic moisture seeping through cracks in the ceiling, still served as the only symbol of order amid that chaos.
The atmosphere of the Silver Lotus was heavy with a melancholy that did not stem from the external pollution or the oppression suffered in the Lower Zone, but from a silent defeat that gnawed at the group's spirit in the other world.
Around the hangar, the group of misfits moved in a disorganized manner, trying to occupy their minds to ignore the knot in their stomachs caused by a lack of credits.
In a corner, Jenny and Kai practiced combat moves, getting used to the enhanced strength that integration with Elysium had brought to their bodies in the real world.
