Two weeks had passed since the Vanguards first expedition into Hellbound Forest. The Black Vanguard's permanent headquarters, a thriving show of progress, stood tall to the west of Azkai.
Inside a spacious office, sunlight streamed through expansive windows, illuminating the polished hardwood floor and sturdy oak furniture.
Adrian stood by the window, a picture of casual composure despite the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
He watched multiple squads, their faces no longer etched with fear but etched with camaraderie, enter the western gate laden with bags of beast cores.
They laughed, exchanged stories, and strolled towards the headquarters with an air of easy accomplishment.
A familiar figure amongst them caught Adrian's eye. Grant, who had been nowhere to be seen for days after Ruck had become the Executioner, walked with the squad, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
