This girl is hesitant, as most would be in her situation. This chair isn't so inviting, yet she still makes the choice to sit within it. It was told her, to do so before.

Right across from her is a massive shining glass that leaves the vision of the room in it. She sees herself, but a bit too far away to make the whole details.

It is a mirror in her vision, but beyond it, is a group that sees inside. Though it is too far to make up for her expression, and she doesn't care about it either way. She is here for herself, while she wouldn't fare badly in this. Outside of Australia is not the least bit better than anything that is before her, and she would survive it all the same.

She did so all the time before, after all.

While the sight in front of her is simple, what is around here isn't.

To her left stands an older gentleman with almost no hair left. Strictly speaking, there is nothing on his face than a sneering smile and wide-open eyes that won't blink at all.

Looking like a madman, he is the leader of this place. A Director of the Institution of the Emblems and one of few that experienced the time of the first Emblems. While his years were not that nice to him, his mind is sharp as ever.

Tom Hough is his name.

He is in the charge of this whole section of the Awakening since he is the one who makes it possible in the first place. He would decide to perform this process of Acceleration, since it was the only requirement he made for the Federation. Of course, no one ever denied him this position.

He is looking at some papers and checking tubes, cables, and sections around the chair. There are also screens with many information not so far away.

“Alright, young lady. Where is your emblem?” Hough asks without politeness and getting straight to the point.

“D-do I have to show it to you?”

“Exactly.”

Celleste frowns, and with a speck of unwillingness, still pulls her sleeve off her left hand. Bandages across her whole arm leave much work to do, to unclear the shining black with a speck of white within. This Emblem appears as a small line, with 4 corners. Like an arrowhead that has two sides to it.

There are many small cuts and scars around it, with a few that are yet to heal.

“What is this?”

“Monsters want to eat my arm... I don't like to see my arm.” Celleste utters with hesitation while looking away from her arm, and Hough as well.

“It is fine, young lady. I am going to insert the needle, while the Accelerating will be done shortly. Rest your arms on the chair, and

relax your body as best as you can.” Hough orders, while not the least bit of worry or compassion is on his face.

In fact, the whole time he talked, he sees only the Emblem on her arm, with no glance at her face whatsoever.

It is a miracle that he even manages to spot the difference between a young man and a young lady. Let's call it a hunch of professionalism, and he has done this thing thousands of times.

Celleste puts her arms on the armrests and awaits whatever has to come. Closing her eyes, she doesn't even watch anything, but she still welcomes it. Although in much-needed bravery and slim expectations.

Hough walks to the huge apparatus with many sides and sections to it. Both metallic and glass tubes store strange-looking liquids while all of them end in a rather wide and big syringe. All metal parts of cylinder-shaped containers make it rather questionable what it even is.

Inside is a deep red liquid that resembles blood, while some have other kinds of liquids as well.

There are wires and tubes everywhere while many computer screens project functions of the Accelerator. Behind it, are a lot of metallic boxes and machinery parts that make the chair act as the core of everything. After checking the syringe in a couple of seconds, Hough storms the screens. The keyboard and mouse are under his fast clicks and move everything for the fast preparation.

On his left, he presses the button that is part of the whole machine. To make it all work with one push has been a life goal, so he wouldn't waste hours of Awakening the Walkers any longer than necessary.

Smiling and looking at the current host of the Accelerator, Celleste's limbs are restrained by strands of leather. That surprises her, as she couldn't move at all.

Opening her eyes, she watches Hough places a huge tube with an inserting syringe into her left hand.

“N-no...” she mumbles, but it is too late. Hough stabs the rather wide syringe into her arm, and the series of liquids enter her bloodstream. This causes her incredible and terrible numbness to spread through her whole body. Something that shouldn't be entering her body is floating inside, changing something.

It takes only a little, and Hough also puts a bracelet-looking apparatus around her left arm. It is meant for monitoring, with cables that go from it to the machines behind the chair.

“There we go. Let's see what you go, little Emblem.” Hough murmurs as he goes around the chair and pulls a knob loose.

Celleste is jolted up, as a sudden scream pulls her from her half-asleep state.

A pain.

A tremendous pain is rampaging throughout her body. It goes from her left arm, which has the Emblem on the opposite arm as William. Only a bit off from being in the same position as Kaufman's, but far enough to be in her wrist.

“A rather noisy one... Oh well.” Hough pats his ears, and there is nothing but waiting time for himself. Checking her, and the screen, he watches the screen change. Information, diagrams, and many screenings section of the readings goes through the screaming Celleste.

A few minutes go by, and nothing changes.

Yet, Hough knows, that this is about to get interesting, which causes him to step a dozen feet away. And the scene changes as the Emblem in her hand is starting to emit sounds and dark, dim light. A noticeable Arcanite is going out of her Emblem. Escaping, or seeking something different, it seems.

Yet, it couldn't go out of herself at all. It is part of the Emblem as the Emblem is part of Celleste.

“Already past 50 percent of efficiency? That is quite good already.” Hough mumbles as he watches with his unblinking eyes the screen.

Her body is twisting in pain, while the Emblem is continuing the release of the Arcanite.

Celleste couldn't do anything to this at all. A helpless feeling of pain, that she feels so often, enters her mind without a stop.

Yet no tears would go. She embraces it or tries to, at least.

Gritting her arm around the armrests, she tries to fight it. It is strong, the pain of her...

More minutes passes and the Arcanite is starting to go out much more fiercely. It changes its force and moves around her whole body like some kind of fog. Celleste grits her teeth even more, as the pain intensifies tenfold, yet she doesn't feel like screaming as before. “No... I wanted this... Pain... Gone.” she mutters from her pale lips while barely remaining conscious.

All of a sudden, her piercing screen shakes the room, which couldn't be contained anymore. Her whole body convulses and trembled. The Arcanite matter beams in whitish light in a single motion. Yet, there is a sudden silence as the screen stops and even Hough is unaware of the change. The Arcanite changed in a strange pattern of a slashing motion.

A curved path, as if something cleaved the concrete floor is for dozens of feet forward. As if a long sword cleaved the concrete.

“T-this... Is about the end, I suppose. Magnificent.” Hough pulls the knob back to its place and causes everything to stop.

Celleste's twisted body is left numb and painful. Laying in the chair with no strength left, the Arcanite travels back to her changed Emblem. It appears more refined, with matter that is much more active than before.

“Err... It seems that subject 43 is unable to stand up. Hey! Get a stretcher or something and get another host!” Hough shouts to no one, but soon enough, the personnel in attendance get Celleste away.

Beyond the glass, a stupefied expression is on Cloud's face. Wanting to shout, but he couldn't.

Instead, he mutters.

“Eighty fucking three... Damn... I want her. I want to see her grow. Heheheheh.” He laughs in shock and awe.

One on his left is equally taken aback. The sight of the 83 percent efficiency is very strong indeed. Something that happens a few times per each examination. It is a screening of the potential, and how much is Arcanite proficiently comfortable within Walker's body. The more the better.

“She has potential. I wonder what forces will try to reach out for her.” Reawes says while a wondering face is left on herself. At no point, she finds Cloud's words that bad. He is, after all, a military supervisor in the Assembly and Federation alike.

“83 is shocking indeed. I bet she could be on par with each of us.” Seong mutters as she watches the screen with unknown thoughts.

“Perhaps she will end up in Assembly in a couple of decades. That isn't all that bad, Seong unni.” Mi-Yung pats the shoulder of her friend, who nods in approval.

Such terms and results are excellent for many choices. Celleste could be recruited and could even choose from most organizations. Even the Academy would agree with her terms and invitation.

Like this, a couple more hosts go through the painful, yet a meaningful procedure. It mostly ends on their painful screen, but no one beyond the mirror hears that. All they are interested in is the procedure and the results of the readings.

Most of the people who watch it all happen are Walkers who didn't experience this after all. They are older and didn't have a chance to go in this direction. They are envious, since having a couple of years of heads up is significant enough in today's world.

Not like it all matters, since their time depends on them, too. The things they know about reaching the regular path of 18 years of age are more than normal in their opinion.

That is a fact, that stands universal across all organizations. What matters is the results, while the process doesn't even matter all that much. Walkers go, and new ones will reach their places instead. It is a continuous cycle, that is the apocalypse against the Dark Age.

One hour later, Mi-Yung sees no other occurrence like the pale girl, so she excuses herself and goes away from this table. The reluctant face of Seong is rather disappointed, but there is nothing she could do against her departure.

Walking around the tables and the chairs, Mi-Yung greets or is greeted by a few individuals she knows or who know her instead. It is not that hard, since her features make her easy to remember.

There are not a whole lot of Koreans in the Federation. Only a couple dozen Walkers survived the end of Korea. As for the ordinary people, they are in the Federation, but their lives don't matter all that much.

Smiling all of a sudden, she finds at last another small reason for her departure from the previous table. There is a Luke. He is standing like a good soldier he is, besides a man who couldn't be more described as towering. At least 7 feet tall is the bare minimum to describe him.

Same as Mi-Yung sees Luke, he also notices her quite fast. Waving a small gesture leaves smiles on each other's faces.

Unfortunately, he is quickly met with a gaze an inch away from his face. It causes him to shut his face, and his hand away.

The towering man's stare is quite menacing up close, with a beard almost the same length as Luke's face.

“What's the matter, sir Yondu?” He mutters.

“Nothing. It seems you have a wavy visit.” Yindu tells in a deep voice to Luke's face.

“It seems that way.”

“Greetings, sir Yondu.” Mi-Yung walks towards this group of a military Division known as Yondu. Named after its leader and absolute unit of a man.

There is no other privilege than having a division named after yourself. That is an utmost honor in the current time, which is very praiseworthy.

“Good day to you, Mi-Yung. You haven't changed at all since the last time you tried to be appreciative of my man.”

“I haven't tried anything. What if it was the opposite? Have sir didn't think of that?” Mi-Yung tells her small excuse with an honest smile on her face.

“Oh... that? I haven't thought of that...” Yondu pulls his beard by his hand in deep thought, as if the sudden realization came out of nowhere.

Alas, he has to quench this idea out, as the answer to this question could very well be simple. “Have anything to add, Luke?”

Yondu puts his hand around Luke's shoulder and a smirk reveals much mischief within his commander's attitude.