He took another deep breath before he counted down, “Three… two… one.” At the one, Shane threw his hand into his display, activating the Z5. Soon sacs of a strange gelatinous liquid filled the suit's pores. The Saber’s teeth clamped down on Shane’s torso. Nine thousand pounds of pressure would be redistributed through the suit. Shane still screamed when it crushed down. His breath shortened as ribs suddenly blended together. The ground fell ten feet below with blurs of green flinging through Shane’s eyes, but he still had a hand on his weapon.

 A chilling breeze came across the rooftop as twinkling provinces decorated the night. Saber felt strange not finding them to be the most beautiful thing in her sight, but the glass towers of Coensus were what caught her eye. Their height cut the little grey puffs moving across the black sky split in half as they flowed over the city. Another pop caught Saber’s attention. When she followed the sound, a bright red flash of color dissipated into the black.

All the drivers were heading out, it was time. Aloi knew that ball of anxiety had to be buried away. On the system of Coensus orbiting Divitiae province; hesitation was death in every field.