In the "Afterlife" bar in the Omega Space Station, which is like the belly of a steel behemoth, the noise and shadows are intertwined, and the neon lights are flickering, as if they are the beating pulse of this chaotic place. The music is like a surging tide, mixed with the whispers and shouts of various races, impacting every inch of the space.
In the center of the bar, a huge bar counter looks like a metal island, exuding a cold sheen. There are a dazzling array of all kinds of strange wine bottles. The bottles contain drinks with gorgeous colors from all corners of the universe, which seem to be the liquid microcosm of the stars in the Milky Way. The bartender is a slender Asari. She moves her arms and mixes the drinks skillfully. The wine bottle flies up and down in her hand like an acrobatic prop, attracting bursts of applause from the surrounding drinkers.
A man walked through the crowd and slowly walked to the bar. His face was resolute, like an alloy tempered by the flames of war. A shallow scar diagonally cut from the tip of his left eyebrow to his cheek, which seemed to shimmer under the blue light. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could penetrate the hustle and bustle of the bar and examine every figure passing through. He was wearing a worn-out but still high-quality Space Marine uniform. The scratches and dents on the armor silently told of the fierce battles in the past. The family crest on the shoulder armor has been worn away until only a vague outline remains, but it still shows a hint of stubborn glory.
He stood still in front of the bar, and his deep voice was clearly audible in the noise: "Have a glass of the Waller tribe's soul-burning liquor." The bartender nodded slightly and quickly took down a unique-shaped wine bottle from the wine rack behind him. , when the wine was poured into the glass, wisps of blue rose. The flames reflected the man's stern face. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the arm guard full of traces of battle damage. The energy sword beside him emitted a cold light, as if waiting for something with him, or something. The call of the next mission, or the appearance of an old enemy.,Mass Effect Game Characters,Mass Effect Game Scene
