Preparing For The Mission

The view of the white ceiling greeted Zera's vision as he opened his eyes, looking at the pure white object.

His head was a little foggy and the world was slowly balancing, slowly coming to a stop after a few seconds and his sensation returned to him.

He could strangely feel his head was laid on something soft and something was gently shuffling his air, causing him to direct his attention upwards, his gaze meeting that of a purple-colored eyes.

"Instructor Moneca?" Zeras mumbled, struggling to sit up properly, but soon dropped back as a groan of pain escaped his lips.

"Don't struggle too much, you are gravely injured than you think…" Instructor Moneca cautioned as the pain slowly receded.

"How long has it been?" He suddenly asked.