The clean white walls of the buildings in Alfheim gleam faintly under the scorching sun, physically it looks exactly the same as the day the squadrons left for their missions. Yet the atmosphere couldn't be more different, the once cheerful and calm atmosphere is now tense and dreadful. The people are no longer the same, as the tolls of war had already taken effect.
Eldric looks around sadly as the people started gathering in the street, their eyes watching intently. Hoping for a piece of good news after what happened to the third squadron.
"S-sir Eldric," one of the scouts came running towards him.
"The council received the news of your arrival and they wish to hear your report immediately." He announced.
"Understood, we will go to the council room at once," Eldric replied then immediately walked off with his squadron members following behind him.
"Where's… Kallil?" The scout mumbled.
The question made Eldric stop in his trail.
