Noa found himself staring at the retreating figure of his father, slowly vanishing from sight, his heart a ball of complex emotions. A strong feeling of loss seeped into him, but alongside it, an unwavering determination to fight invigorated his spirit.
Without hesitation, Noa turned quickly, glancing at the time on the holographic screen that flickered in the semi-darkness. The illuminated digital figures shone brightly against the dim room, showing the passage of time. It was precisely nine in the evening, a reminder that it was time for him to act. Noa could sense the pressure mounting with each ticking second.
"It's already nine. So-Rin, where are you?" Noa queried, a tone of anticipation echoing in his voice. He positioned himself next to the holographic screen, his gaze firmly fixed on Eden, full of hope. "Have our scouts assigned to her search returned yet?"