The media gathered at the city entrance, frantic and impatient.
They surged like a boiling tide, their cameras pointed towards the figure approaching with determination.
Beneath perfectly arched eyebrows, a piercing gaze relentlessly scanned her surroundings.
Her hair was of a silver hue, almost otherworldly.
It cascaded in undulating waves down to the small of her back, emitting an aura of mystery and power.
Clad in impeccable military attire, the woman standing before them was a well-known figure: Aramel Frost, a member of Senkaï, the country's highest and most respected warden guild.
Flashes erupted as Aramel reached the city entrance.
The rumor of her presence had been widely circulated in the media, a sign that the higher-ups were finally seeking to end the terror plaguing the city.
The aura of power and determination surrounding Aramel piqued the curiosity and hope of the citizens who had lost all apprehension.
Journalists, eager to ask her questions, jostled in an agitated frenzy.
Each vied to be the first to elicit words from this iconic figure, hoping to pierce the veil of mystery shrouding Senkaï's mission on this dark night.
Aramel stood before them, still and stoic, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around her.
Her steely eyes sparkled with unwavering determination as she prepared to address the inevitable barrage of questions.
A journalist made his way through the crowd, his microphone extended towards Aramel's imposing figure.
"Madame Frost, can you speak to us about Senkaï's mission here? What are your intentions?" he asked, his voice vibrating with excitement.
Cameras zoomed in on Aramel's impassive face as she looked at the journalist with an impenetrable air.
Then, in a calm and unwavering voice, she replied, "Senkaï is here to restore security and put an end to the threat looming over this city. Our intention is to restore order and bring justice to those responsible for these atrocities."
Aramel's words resonated in the air, filling the space with their promise of resolution. Journalists seemed to hold their breath, thirsty for details, revelations that would finally illuminate this oppressive darkness.
"Madame Frost, citizens wonder if you personally intend to address this issue?" another journalist inquired, his voice trembling with excitement.
Aramel flashed a slight smile and inclined her head slightly in respect to the journalist. Her piercing gaze fixed on him for a moment, studying his face before responding calmly.
"I am here to oversee operations and ensure that everything proceeds efficiently and in accordance with our established strategies," she declared assuredly.
The journalist seemed slightly taken aback by her response.
He probably expected Aramel to declare that she would be at the heart of the action, leading the troops and facing the enemy herself.
Aramel felt the need to clarify her intentions and added, "My role as a commander is to lead, make informed decisions, and ensure that each member of our team carries out their mission efficiently and safely. You can count on me to do everything possible to address this issue, but I will not be directly involved in combat."
Before the journalist could reply, Aramel politely excused herself and began to walk away. Her elegant demeanor drew looks as she navigated the least crowded paths to reach the operations base.
The operations base was a whirlwind of activity.
Soldiers bustled about, each lost in their own world of plans, maps, and equipment.
Screens displayed surveillance videos, showing the city streets engulfed in chaos and destruction.
Suddenly, a murmur of excitement spread as the news circulated: Aramel Frost, a member of Senkaï, had arrived.
Soldiers paused in their tasks, aware of the significance of her presence.
One by one, they stood at attention as she approached.
The atmosphere was electrified with a respectful yet impatient energy.
All awaited eagerly her orders, her words to guide them in this battle.
Aramel's determined gaze swept the scene.
The soldiers felt an extra surge of energy emanating from Aramel's presence alone.
Her presence alone gave them the assurance that they would be led to victory.
Aramel strode forward with confidence, her gaze scanning the weary yet determined faces around her.
The operations chief hurriedly approached Aramel and greeted her respectfully.
"Madame Frost, welcome. The situation is more critical than ever," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "The creatures continue to sow terror among the population. Our teams are on constant patrol, but we are overwhelmed by their number and ferocity."
Aramel nodded, aware of the magnitude of the task ahead.
The authorities finally seemed to be taking the situation seriously, but the road to peace, long sought after by the city, would be challenging.
"Colonel Johnston, I want regular reports on the progress of operations," she declared firmly but with wisdom. "Do you have any additional information about their origin or weaknesses?"
Colonel Johnston grimaced slightly, aware of the limitations of their knowledge against such a mysterious and powerful enemy.
"Their origins remain unclear. Some hypotheses suggest genetic experiments."
The colonel then went on to describe the situation in great detail. He explained the latest discoveries about the creatures, the areas most affected by the attack, and the measures taken by the teams on the ground to protect civilians.
Aramel listened attentively, mentally noting every piece of information.
After finishing his report, Colonel Johnston looked at Aramel.
"If I may, madam, when do you plan to intervene?" he inquired next.
Aramel held Colonel Johnston's gaze before replying in a calm yet determined voice, "Colonel Johnston, I am not here to intervene personally. My role is to oversee the intervention of the man we specifically sent for this mission."
Surprise was evident on Colonel Johnston's face.
He expected the legendary Aramel Frost, the feared and respected warden, to lead the battle herself. But apparently, there was someone else in whom she had placed her trust.
Intrigued by this declaration, the operations chief began to wonder who this man was and why he had been chosen for such an important mission.
But before he could formulate his question, Aramel nodded slightly in greeting, drawing everyone's attention to a figure emerging from the city.
The individual was a man with silver hair, dressed in impeccable black attire.
His aristocratic demeanor and proud bearing inspired confidence and authority.
Aramel watched him closely, a glint of recognition sparkling in her eyes as he approached.
The base officers, obeying their protective instinct, tried to block the path of the unknown man. But with a gesture of her hand, Aramel stopped them in their tracks, indicating to let him pass.
The man, having passed through the officers' blockade, exchanged a respectful greeting with Aramel, then turned to Colonel Johnston and his officers, nodding politely.
Confusion was evident on their faces, their gazes turning to Aramel for answers.
"Who are you?" the colonel asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.
An enigmatic smile lit up the man's face as Aramel stepped forward to speak in his place.
"Allow me to introduce the one who will resolve this situation and whom I have been personally tasked to supervise."
Meanwhile
The northern part of the urban city was plunged into chaos.
Two gigantic humanoid monsters stood facing a group of ten brave individuals, ready to fight to protect their city.
One member of the group, out of breath, exclaimed with frustration, "Damn, dealing with one of these monsters was already tough... Dealing with a second one is downright troublesome!"
Another member added, "And to think there would be a total of nine of these monsters! Fortunately, one of them has been defeated."
Another member couldn't help but ask, "How on earth did the other team manage to defeat one of these monsters?"
"From what I heard, they used a large-scale annihilation spell. A real display of power. But they would currently be out of action," another, calmer member responded gravely.
The member who had sworn earlier ironically smiled.
"It sounds great, but I think we don't have enough leeway to do the same, unfortunately," he remarked.
Sensing the morale at its lowest in his group, the member who was a bit calmer, despite the tense situation, intervened to reassure them, "There is no need to worry."
His colleagues looked at him, bewildered, as if asking him how he could say such a thing when they were currently facing two giant monsters.
Understanding his comrades' thoughts very well, the member continued, "I have been informed that a member of Senkaï is on the way to help us."
At these words, there was a general shock.
A glimmer of hope then appeared on everyone's faces.