C2483 Life Was Always Full of Regrets

Donald stood at the center of the ground scarred by artillery fire, his once bulky figure now replaced by the visage of a middle-aged man—utterly unremarkable and devoid of any distinguishing features.

Sallie gestured with her hand, and the myriad of weapons that had been suspended around her gradually vanished. Calmness reclaimed the space, and if not for the disarray