The people protesting in front of the garrison panicked when they saw Makon being thrown through the walls. Some began to flee, while others continued to hurl insults.

But over time, the protest turned into a full-scale uprising, which was no longer confined to the entrance of the garrison and would soon spread to the rest of the premises.

Meanwhile, the mysterious figure continued running through the garrison, knocking out everyone in sight with strikes from a fiery staff.

'It should be somewhere around here!' she thought, looking around.

She was searching for the mechanism that controlled the gates of the garrison. The mechanism could only be activated by a Fire-Nyd user, but too much heat could also destroy it.

This had already happened once before, during the last War of the Lost, when a great battle raged in the city.

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Some assassins had snuck in and destroyed the mechanism to allow their allies to launch an attack on the garrison, which at the time was primarily caring for the wounded. What followed was a gruesome massacre, where friend and foe could no longer be distinguished. All the survivors have since been left with traumatic memories to process.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past.

With a bang, the figure kicked down the door in front of her, believing the room with the mechanism was inside.

But it wasn’t.

She had entered the infirmary.

'They must have rebuilt the garrison since then!'

But that was the least of her worries. In front of her stood two men beside a bed. She recognized one of them all too well.

He was tall and broad, but his face was narrow. His long, greasy hair, which he slicked back three times a day with hair gel, hung from his shoulders like a black cloak, blending with the dark red of his actual cloak into a dark omen for anyone unfortunate enough to lay eyes on him.

He slowly looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

"How dare you break in here as if this place belongs to you?" he said slowly.

Before her stood the figure of the current commander of the 1st unit, Feratu.

He was also known as "The Walking Wilderness."