Taekin, driven by a long-harbored sense of anger and exasperation, scans the parking lot, his gaze—unwavering—fixed with determination. This was it. He takes a deep breath, and commands in a resolute voice, "Organic Team! Assemble."
Taekin, driven by a long-harbored sense of anger and exasperation, scans the parking lot, his gaze—unwavering—fixed with determination. This was it. He takes a deep breath, and commands in a resolute voice, "Organic Team! Assemble."