Three days have passed after their last meeting.
When the sun has yet to make its presence known, they rode into the dim dawn, clothed in the pitch black robes they all collectively wore.
Coupled with the sounds of horses kicking the floor with their hooves and the dusting of the road could only mean one thing – Operation Phoenix has commenced.
Every single one of them donned a black robe to cover themselves against the freezing temperatures of the Outer Gates.
Nobody wore their respective organization's insignias or special armaments and clothing, as on this day, they were not individuals merely representing their organizations. They were not only seeking to one up their fellow soldier's accolades, they were there for humanity itself.
Ignis Silva lead the charge, beside him was his trusted subordinate, the prodigal Fire Slayer, Hector Incendium.
