The Extra's Rise
Chapter 614 - 614: Moonshot (2)

As the other guild members filed out of Master's office, their voices fading into the corridor beyond, I lingered behind. The familiar weight of responsibility settled over me—not just for the lunar mission, but for the trust he'd placed in me by approving my request to join the expedition.

'He could have refused,' I thought, watching as he organized the holographic displays with characteristic efficiency. 'He could have deemed it too dangerous, or decided that my skills were better utilized here on Earth. But he didn't.'

The simple fact that Master had faith in my capabilities to handle whatever challenges awaited us on the moon filled me with a warmth that had nothing to do with the office's ambient temperature. His approval meant everything to me—more than he probably realized, and certainly more than I could ever express directly.

"Master," I said softly, waiting until the office door had closed behind Jin before approaching his desk.

He looked up from the documents he'd been reviewing, his azure eyes focusing on me with the kind of attention that always made my heart skip slightly. "Yes, Reika?"

"Thank you," I said, bowing formally despite the private setting. "For trusting me with this opportunity. I know how important this mission is to the guild's future, and I won't let you down."

Something shifted in his expression—the professional mask he wore during meetings softening into something more personal, more genuine. "I know you won't," he replied simply. "You never have."

The quiet confidence in his voice made my chest tighten with emotion. Three years. Three years since I'd first encountered Arthur Nightingale and understood immediately that here was someone worth following, worth serving, worth dedicating my life to supporting.

'He saved me,' I remembered, thinking back to that first meeting. 'He gave me purpose, helped me become stronger, made me part of something greater than myself.'

"Master," I said, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. "Could you... could you pat my head? For good luck?"

"Of course," he said, rising from his chair and moving around the desk to stand before me.

His hand settled on top of my head with gentle pressure, fingers threading through my dark hair as he ruffled it slightly. The simple gesture sent waves of contentment through me, like being acknowledged and cherished by someone whose opinion mattered more than anything else in the world.

'This,' I thought, closing my eyes and savoring the moment. 'This is worth everything. All the training, all the dangerous missions, all the sleepless nights spent improving myself—it's all worth it for moments like this.'

"Bring back something interesting from the moon," he said softly, his voice carrying affection that made my heart race. "And Reika? Be careful up there. We don't know what conditions you'll encounter."

"I will," I promised, meaning both parts of his request with equal intensity. "I'll make sure the mission succeeds, and I'll come back safely to report our findings."

'Because I have to,' I added silently. 'Because you're waiting for me to return.'

The next twenty-four hours passed in a blur of final preparations, equipment checks, talking to family and coordination meetings with Carrie. The veteran swordswoman approached the lunar mission with the same methodical professionalism she brought to every assignment, her experience providing a steadying influence that balanced my own excitement and nervous energy.

"Remember," Carrie said as we reviewed the extraction equipment specifications for the final time, "our primary objective is establishing a functional base of operations. The actual aetherite harvesting, except for the sample, can wait until we've confirmed the environment is stable and our equipment is operating properly."

"Understood," I replied, though part of me was eager to begin the real work of discovering what treasures the moon might hold. "Safety and sustainability first."

'Master is counting on us to succeed,' I reminded myself. 'Rushing into complications would serve no one's interests.'

By dawn, our expedition team had assembled at the designated rally point: myself, Carrie, eight specialized researchers hired from various academic institutions, and enough equipment to establish a comprehensive lunar research facility. The researchers looked nervous but excited, their academic enthusiasm tempered by the natural apprehension that came with undertaking humanity's first extended lunar expedition.

The journey to the Tower of Magic was quick as it was in the same city as the guild headquarters. Even having seen it multiple times before, the Tower's scale never failed to impress me—a gleaming shaft of crystalline material that stretched impossibly high into the sky, its summit disappearing into the clouds above.

Charlotte Alaric was waiting for us in the Tower's main reception area, her presence immediately commanding the attention of everyone in our expedition. The Tower Master looked exactly as I remembered from previous encounters—elegant and composed, with red hair that seemed to hold its own inner light and jade eyes that suggested depths of knowledge most people couldn't even imagine.

"Reika Solienne," she said, offering me a slight nod of recognition. "Arthur speaks very highly of your capabilities. I trust you're prepared for what promises to be a historic undertaking?"

"Yes, Tower Master," I replied, bowing respectfully. "We're honored by your support for this mission."

"The honor is mutual," Charlotte replied with genuine warmth. "What you're attempting represents a significant advancement for magical research. The Tower is pleased to provide whatever assistance we can."

She gestured toward a group of individuals standing nearby—additional researchers and technical specialists whose expertise would supplement our own expedition team. "I'm assigning six of our senior staff to accompany your mission," she continued. "They'll focus on documenting any unique magical phenomena you encounter while supporting your primary extraction objectives."

'Even more resources than we'd originally planned for,' I noted with satisfaction. 'Master will be pleased when I report the extent of the Tower's commitment to our success.'

"The spatial gateway is prepared and calibrated," Charlotte continued, leading our expanded group through corridors that hummed with barely contained magical energy.

The gateway chamber was a marvel of magical engineering—a vast circular room dominated by an ornate archway that seemed to bend space around itself. Technicians moved with practiced efficiency, making final adjustments to equipment whose complexity exceeded my understanding.

"Final systems check complete," one of the technicians announced. "Gateway is stable and ready for passenger transport."

The gateway's energies swirled and coalesced, forming a shimmering portal that showed glimpses of an alien landscape beyond. Gray soil, stark crater walls, and an impossibly black sky filled with stars that never twinkled in the absence of atmosphere.

'The moon,' I realized, my heart racing with anticipation and nervous excitement. 'We're actually going to step onto the moon.'

"Expedition team, prepare for transport," Carrie announced, her professional composure helping to calm the obvious nervousness of some team members.

I took my position near the gateway's threshold, checking my equipment one final time and running through the mission parameters in my mind. Somewhere far below, Master was handling his own important business while trusting me to help establish humanity's first permanent lunar presence.

'I won't disappoint him,' I promised myself as the gateway's energies reached full activation. 'Whatever we find up there, whatever challenges we face, I'll make sure this mission succeeds.'

The portal stabilized with a sound like distant thunder, revealing the lunar landscape in crystal clarity. The moment of truth had arrived.

'For Master,' I thought, stepping forward.

I crossed the threshold and felt the familiar disorientation of spatial transportation, the sensation of being simultaneously everywhere and nowhere before reality reasserted itself.

My feet touched lunar soil, and I became one of the few humans to stand on another world.