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Weeks later, over the Eastern Seas of Korea, south of the mainland, stood the imperial fortress, surrounded by a towering wall fitted with armed gunman, archers nest, and turrets well over two thousand years old. It stood surrounded by ocean for miles.
Altair woke in the medical bay groggy and weak. Toobs lined his mouth and arms, pumping air and fluids. Confused, he began pulling them out one by one, standing to his feet as the world began to spin.
"Ren…" He weakly called, nearly tumbling over.
When the doors to his room opened, a nurse stepped in, wrinkled and shriveled, bearing a bony face and hollow eyes. "Who said you could get up? Bed, young man. Bed. Now." She said, pointing to his bed. "And here we thought you'd be asleep for another month."
Altair nearly collapsed. "Eh… Wait. Where is Ren? My Wolf! Where is—"