On the far end of the atmosphere, inside the humming hangar bay of the massive Farian mothership, a lone figure stood awkwardly.
Li Wang.
The infamous black next head of the Wang family, now a stranger in a world he couldn't even begin to understand. He stood stiffly in the center of the expansive docking area, surrounded by spacecrafts that looked more like organic creatures than machines. Everything was metallic, sleek, and pulsing with strange energy. Even the air felt too clean.
He blinked slowly, his hands tightening slightly at his sides.
The two men who had brought him here—Eren and the other guy with a sharp jawline and annoying smirk—had run off somewhere the moment the ship docked. They'd said nothing. Left him standing in the hangar like a lost child at an airport.
It was unsettling, to say the least. But he refused to show it.
