Dawn broke, brilliant simmering rays of early orange sunlight slipping through the clouds.
Seth's eyes snapped open. Getting off his bed, he wasted no time going to shower and getting himself ready.
Only this time he had no business putting on ordinary fabric clothing. Instead, he donned himself in the pulsing runic genetic battle suit.
His figure undulated with mythic grace. Ready for the trip to the origin realm, he stepped out of his room and headed straight downstairs.
Fortunately, everyone didn't take long. Aside from Uriel, who he met already prepared, everyone else came down within minutes.
Like him, though not yet in possession of genetic battle suits, the crew dressed appropriately, donning armor with everyone armed to the teeth.
Well, everyone except Brandon of course. The guy was still dressed in sweatpants and a baggy ash tank top.
His situation was quite unique, so he wouldn't be able to accompany them, though he had other plans of his own.
