"Still no progress?" Noir asked in a low voice, only to be met with heavy silence.
The atmosphere inside the medical bay was as bleak and gloomy as the overcast sky outside. Even though there were no less than ten people in there, it remained as quiet as a graveyard with no one speaking. The soldiers' faces were tense, their eyes fixated on the figure receiving treatment as though dark clouds were looming above their heads.
Out of everyone, Noir could be considered the most relaxed—
—even though his condition was the most battered among all.
