"Are we all here?" Crane asked, standing before that group. They all nodded whilst giving slight remarks of confirmation. A bit of ease appeared on the unimpressed features of that man,
He swept his gaze on the group and caught sight of an obviously confused Tristan.
"Sorry kid, it seems you've been caught up in the mess that's about to unfold," he paused, allowing his eyes to wander into the dark depths of the trees around them. He raised his head too. The sky remained clear, but also starless.
"You will have to fight," he announced, opening his palm, a blade manifested on it. Tossing it to Tristan, he made sure he caught it before moving on to address their situation.
"I have identified the threat level of our mission... class-four." Gasps resounded.
"I found the leader right before it activated its separate space."
