Mission

The late hour in which the celebrations ended gave everyone some leeway. Workers and cleaners aside, the quadrant was silent, with most important figures asleep or resting in their private chambers.

Khan had been the last to fall asleep, but his unique body made him the first to open his eyes. He was in one of his bedrooms, with Monica comfortably resting on his chest. He would have usually lingered a few minutes in that cozy atmosphere, but the many tasks on his list forced him to slip away immediately.

A short shower followed, and Khan half-considered checking his phone afterward, but the sea of notifications quickly killed the idea. The tournament was over, and most guests had started engaging in interviews to share their opinions of the event, setting the network on fire.