Sky Shadow only cared about the body transplantation; well, that was an easy task to manage. There was no time for handshakes when parting; Freedom Port in Maraca awaited their return visit. After a brief greeting, Blade Warrior hurried on his way, boarding the transporter and racing straight into the high skies, making his escape without looking back.
Having acquired the desired crystals, staying on Satellite Number Eight only increased the risk. I certainly don't have the noble intention of sacrificing myself for the country.
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The morning sunlight in Mardis was exceptionally warm and genial, and the cool summer breeze swept across the Century Plains. Golden greenery interspersed with red and purple leaves, during this season of cultivation, hardworking farmers took their private vehicles carrying farming tools, to begin a full day's work, a scene of thriving prosperity.
