A sort of organized chaos erupted within the confines of the underground military base of Fujiishima as hundreds of military personnel either went scouring for a rogue necromancer or gone rushing towards the former daimyo's tent. Horses with cavaliers on them, and even Dravens mounted by riders, frantically roamed the streets of the city sized stronghold. One in particular, a black haired woman rode an Alpha Draven, flew with blistering speed.
"My, my.. looks like I have caused quite a ruckus..", muttered a chuckling hooded man who was currently watching from the roof of a building in the far corner of the garrison. "They think I am going after Nerima's Nightingale.. what a pity."
More soldiers were being mobilized by the moment that even the heavily armored carriages were on the move. Sniper builds were also quickly dispatched strategically towards some high points while the members of the infantry division searched every nook and cranny.
