Ria didn't mind her father's suggestion, of course. In truth, even she felt like she would explode if she broke through any time soon. Although she had remarkable control of materia prima, her application of it left much to be desired; she knew that. She would need to get stronger and stronger before she reached her full peak.
"Infected worlds are just the perfect wheatstone." She directed a deep gaze at her father, her amber eyes flaring with determination.
Her father nodded. "Speaking of which, your services will be needed much more direly from this point forth."
His expression grew a bit more regretful. "I did not anticipate burdening you with this respect this soon, but unfortunately, the events that have since unfolded have made it impossible for me to avoid this."
"You want me to accelerate with hunting infected worlds, right?" she mused knowingly. "I get it. With the war impending soon, we will need as many resources as we can get our hands on."
