'As soon as that guy sent out the distress call, we were expecting Celestial Illuminant to arrive, but they came too early. What's more, it seems like two of them have arrived.'
The most secure of battlegrounds, the one requiring the least vigilance, belonged to Fifteen. Yet, now his personal quest soared to the precipice of peril. His task, seemingly straightforward, involved safeguarding the exterior of the edifice while diverting the entirety of attention unto himself.
Were he to summon Mela or Artis, his fortunes would undoubtedly flourish. Lacking such fortune, however, he remained entrenched in the fray, a solitary bastion poised to align with whichever faction required succor. He stood as the sole reserve force, poised to intervene and alter the course of fate as required.
