Dawn had not yet truly broken when Sylvia was already standing at the end of the stone dock of Quiet Bay. A thin mist hung over the water, and the thirty-meter Black Starsteel frame before her pulsed softly like the heart of a sleeping giant. Noir sat upright on her shoulder, his tail curled neatly. He now woke up earlier than Sylvia, something that had never happened before.
"Stacia, final report," Sylvia said, looking at her holographic bracelet.
On the screen, Stacia looked like someone who hadn't slept in two days. She hadn't slept in two days. Her goggles were crooked and her golden hair stuck out in every direction. But her smile was beaming wide.
