Hidon City, present time.
Aeon and his friends were already in formation. A few moments after the messenger bird dived down, everyone was called to receive urgent orders. They didn't know what was happening, but based on the way their higher-ups behaved, it didn't look good.
Aeon felt like the message was a bad omen, considering that it came from the north, within the Meredith Empire. It was unusual because, at that moment, they should only be receiving orders from the other military group down south.
But he wasn't really too worried. After all, what's the worst that could happen?
Aside from the white-haired monk he had encountered before, their enemies did not have the ability to relocate themselves. Otherwise, they would have done so already.
They couldn't have been able to infiltrate the heart of the empire right this instant.
It just might be some minor mishap.
That's what Aeon thought. So what's with all the hubbub?
