After closely maneuvering the catacombs underneath the castle, it was now close to morning. The sky was still having that slight tint of early morning blues. "Thank goodness we are finally out of this shit hole of a place." Leon Vergil whispered to himself.
Commander Kanon Sokolov wanted a roll count as he ticked off who was present and who was left behind in Solstice right now. "Damn. Only two hundred of us are left, huh?" He said. "No matter. It does not matter at all. Even if I was the only one who would have made it out alive, I would still carry on with my plans. You are with me, correct?" He asked the remaining Umbra Knights who remained under him and loyal to his cause.
They all replied with screams of agreement and support for their collective goal now, which was to take back Solstice one way or the other.
