Soujin followed Mirumaru through the hallway of Squad 1. His steps echoed against strange, glass-like floor that he travelled onto. Instinctively, he pressed his foot down hard to test the strength. It didn't give even a creak.
His brows furrowed. "The hell is this floor made of?"
Mirumaru side-eyed him and smirked. "You're really about to start stomping around in my squad's sacred ground? If you break it, you buy it, Captain."
Soujin clicked his tongue but kept walking. He had bigger concerns anyway.
As they entered a vast chamber, Soujin’s eyes immediately caught the tall, white pillars lining the room with inscriptions that flickered faintly in the darkness of the room. At the very end of the chamber stood a large painting that stretched from the floor to the ceiling that was lit up. It was of a lone figure.
The younger, less rugged version of that face was unmistakable.
"Will?" Soujin muttered.
Mirumaru nodded. "Surprised?"
"Not really. But why's he here?"