A FEW MINUTES AGO.
On a roof, almost seven kilometers away from the Bastion, stood a white haired boy with white translucent eyes that held much depth to it.
He folded his hands quietly, his eyes deeply fixed on the bastion while a blue haired girl sat on the edge of the rooftop next to him. A brilliance of innocence and gentle beauty swirling around her.
"What do you see with those eyes ?" She asked, curiosity laced in her tone as she turned to her younger brother.
The boy smiled enigmatically. "I see them, fifty one of them….". Then he thought to himself 'and just as I thought….notorious bad boy, Gonzalo Jean is also there'.
The girl's gaze lingered on him for a while. "so, what now ?" She asked, her brow raised in an arch.
He shrugged. "We're going in….they might be more captives within the tower so it's best we act quickly".
