Time had become meaningless on this voyage. Three sleep cycles had passed since departure, yet everything remained unchanged, only the endless white fog. No distinction between day and night. And Saint hadn't brought his old pocket watch, the one he'd left in her care. Fair enough, he'd never asked for it.
'It's cold!'
The thought crossed Halo's mind as he rubbed his shoulders, heading down the passage to the training room. The lights ought to emit warmth, even minimal amounts would help, but they were fighting a losing battle.
Halo still needed to master Death Clone, his True Ability. Jihriel's earlier guidance had helped, but he lacked practice time. Since he had no expendable clones and killing Sinners seemed unlikely in these waters, physical training would have to suffice.
Holly was naturally powerful due to his Beast Sinner origins, facing that kid again in Halo's current state would be suicide.
However, near the training room entrance, something stopped him cold.
