In the Red Legion Base, Amelia and the members had formed some sort of defensive perimeters in front of the front door.
Standing in front of the students with a fierce determined expression was none other than the leader herself, she was donned from head to toe in glistening ice armor that was very similar to the ones WhiteFrost had used against Bijor.
In her hand was a mighty great sword made out of ice, and it was radiating a very powerful aura. "He's taking long; shouldn't he be here already?" The girl with light blue hair thought about a certain red-haired.
Amelia believed that with the strength of the two of them along with Bob, they'd be able to fend off Von's troupe of students, but his absence was giving her a bad premonition.
As if she and the entire faction had been abandoned.
"It can't be." Amelia shook her head, wanting to dismiss this negative line of thought; her gaze briefly shifted to Bob, who also had a determined expression.
