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An [i]order[/i]. Nemo felt himself shift in mindset, a much more focused one. Vitae flashed as the boy ran its hilt across his eyes, and then again as he did so for the officer. Both felt their eyesight return quickly, even improved somewhat as if granted fresh eyes. Just as he turned away, he noticed an explosion, though far enough away to not be concerned about. However, more concerning was that the beach seemed to be rippling, waves of sand moving across it, or so it appeared. Still, the boy only took a quick glance around before turning back to the officer, waiting for a new order.

But of course, the boy knew that he had lost the advantage of combat-readiness. He felt a shiver down his spine and hoped that he'd be able to continue proving some form of worth.