Sync had finally had some time to himself - being one of the Sixth God Generals he often found himself working with the others or too busy keeping tabs on Asch like Legretta asked him to - despite not being as highly ranked; he had his own parts to play in Van Grants and Grand Maestro Mohs’ plans.

Sync sighed and dusted off his black outfit and pressed the golden- with red accented bird-like mask he wore that covered his eyes and nose from view as he decided to find something to do on base.