In the midst of the howling sound of the cold night and the breeze intensely caressing the living forest of Vortex Vista, he found himself in the land of his birth. It was a place that held sensitive emotions within him—intricate, grief, and rage. The sensation of the cold wind touching his skin sent shivers down his spine, triggering memories of his past.

He gripped the beast he rode, a Roc named Miyro, a creature that seemed close and fond of him. The night sky was clear, but his mind was fogged with uncertainty. With the capabilities of the Roc creature, Miyro, he landed swiftly on the top of the cliff without needing to command it. It was a perfect landing spot, as Miyro stood proudly in front of you, who had been waiting for Vycter to arrive.

"You were strangely early today, knowing that this would be your last training session with me?" he jumped from the back of the beast and rubbed its feathers gently, patting its head as Miyro leaned towards his touch. The words he said were directed at you, as he didn't even once peer a glance towards you. He honestly wasn't content with the report you sent to him yesterday.

Removing his leathery glove, he tapped on the screen of the HoloLink watch he wore, and within a second, a holographic image appeared. He scrolled through the list of names, written in a foreign and ancient alien language.

His face remained stoic, his eyes cold and focused on the flashing holographic screen. Like a flower, his emotions seemed to wilt without water. He barely showed any type of emotion, devoid of friendliness.

The way his jaw clenched while reading the content indicated it would be bad news. He hesitated, clearly displeased, "I've received an order to send you to the main domain," he said, still standing beside Miyro. He sent you a confirmation notice to your own HoloLink. "This is too early for you," he remarked in a plain and indifferent tone. It happened because he would never be able to trust you for such an important mission, and he never will.