The Basilisk Squadron appeared together with the Twelve Disciples.
Everyone saw themselves in a large that continued to extend endlessly into the base. The tunnel was growing wider in length and height, and at the very end of the path, the group could see an ever-increasing.
"Ugh. Cliff's not here?" Rosemary sighed. She had followed the plan and decided to follow where the Basilisk Squadron would be, but sadly, General Cliff didn't accompany his squadron.
"Another fan of General, huh? To think the General would attract Unranked individuals." Zidane laughed.
"It's expected. General's very strong now." Hank smiled.
"I wonder when we will get our set of fans? Fighting off Amir's son should have made us more popular." Counter wondered.
"Basilisk Squadron." A young man approached.
"You are..?"
"Thomas. Due to Matthew and Jamie always competing, I was assigned by General Meryl to be the leader. Me... the dumbest of the group."
