A small one desperately pleading in the black abyss, the tiny light shining in its depths. Two at the mansion, their wish to bring the girl back to one. At the time, Sol and Flint speaking by a desk in the corner of the room.
"Sorry, I was more than an ass when I was younger. I know no words will make it right, but I want you to know that I am grateful to both you and Atlalune." The old man lowering his head.
"I am glad the years did good to reshape you. I am guessing Agatha did not change." Sol gripping her arms, looking away a bit.
"No, she scorned your name to her dying breath." The person sighing.
"I figured as much, nothing was lost with her as I suspected." The mage's hand to her chest.
"I guess not. Anyway, you look really happy with Atlalune, that is good to see." Flint grinning at her.
"I couldn't be happier. I was alone, trapped, unable to do anything. No matter how far I ran, I could never escape. That was until Lune gave me courage, and freed me." The noble-woman's slight smile, her hands to her chest.
A person from the noble's long ago, feeling the walls closing in on her. One entering into her life, displaying their feverish soul. A knight tackling an enormous challenge, bringing down a god, setting the mage free to the endless sky.
"Sorry it took so long, but the help has arrived." Atlalune walking in.
"The Avengers are here!" Valor emerging in his shining armor, pointing ahead.
A pure soul's love for heroes, someone getting their autographs at any opportunity. An individual unable to pass up a moment, bringing up a name for the group. Ava standing a bit away from him in a long black coat, wearing a skull shirt and grey jeans.
"You'll get sued you know." The goddess sighing.
"Revengers! We're...a hero group, right...?" looking to his wife.
A devil of legend, someone shaking the worlds multiple times. A person in a long white coat, her red shirt and short blue jeans. The entity connecting countless, giving onto them a future to craft with their own hands.
"Sure Val, sure." The demon exhaling a bit.
"I doubt any of us are hero material." Isa's hand behind her head.
An individual originally human, the former member of a faith giving it up to save a precious one to her heart. Isa unleashing her soul, uniting many to go against Armand. The devil standing there in a grey shirt, a short dark jeans on her.
"I must agree, and better yet. How can you three be out in the cold dressed like that?" Elina facing them, her hand on her waist.
"Seriously, it isn't natural." Dabria holding onto her partner's arm.
Elina and Dabria in thick clothes, unable to withstand the chilling cold. Fernandez's eyes on these people, each bringing more into the iguana's life. The animal choosing to go along to help them, layering himself with protective attire.
"Your friends are quite lively." Clea smiling, her hand on her waist.
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"Leave it to Valor to bring the fun with him, it is a much needed change from this grim mood." Sol pleasantly grinning, her hands behind her back.
"With the gang together, this operation will go smoothly. Thanks for coming Cyra, I know you really despise getting wrapped up in conflicts." Atlalune folding her arms, looking to the demon.
"Now and then I can put aside my stance, especially to help my friends. I assume the necessary clearance was given for this operation?" the devil gripping her arms.
"Yes, Valgard is part of Valice. The Royal Family has wished for the mob's termination for a long time, but couldn't get anywhere. It is a job for us to do, and with the elimination of this threat, things here can finally start flowing normally. We only took it up though, to save a girl, Lucil." The mage resting her hand on her chest.
"I am really grateful for all of your help on this." Flint stepping forward.
"I am here, because Dabria wanted to come. Nothing more, nothing less." Ava looking away, folding her arms.
"Oh no need to be shy. You wanted to help the girl, and meet up with everyone else as well." The hazel one's bright smile at them.
"They don't need to know that part..." The goddess slightly blushing, her attention a bit away.
"Ava, you really should be a bit more honest." Atlalune smiling, laughing a bit.
These souls in one place, relishing in the warmth of one another. Their strongly linking hearts, forever being there for each other. Fernandez walking around the room, observing the finer decors.
"I can only imagine the horror Lucil must be going through..." Elina sadly gripping her arms.
"I screwed up, all fault rests on my shoulders..." Flint lowering his head.
"Mistakes are made and learned from. What you cannot do alone, then do not be afraid to ask for help." Isa's light expression on him.
"Right, the past is in the past. We all have a common goal, so let's bring Lucil home." Valor's slight smile, gesturing his hand to the old man.
These few in one place, their connecting bond, sharing it with others. Their different backgrounds, each experiencing their own hardships.
Those individuals overcoming them, commanding their own way forward. The group soon gathering around a table, Flint shifting the plan, marking each of the strongholds.
"With these numbers, while small, it makes a complete extermination possible. It matters not how you decide to split up, but taking care of the strongholds on the North, South, East, and West first will cutoff reinforcements. From there, you can meet up at the headquarters at the center. Note though, expect neutralizers." The old man tapping down on the location for each.
"We will have at least an hour, be ready to storm the headquarters immediately. I would expect them to try and relocate Lucil very quickly." Cyra folding her arms.
"Which is why I will be supporting from the rear. Law enforcement will surround the building, and the Royal Order will be on standby in case things go south." Flint looking to her.
"Call me surprised that they are coming to lend a hand, thought they were just passing another job onto me.” Atlalune's hand on her waist.
"The Royal Family agreed the mob here has gone on for far too long, and decided if you act, they will as well." The old man bracing back in the chair.
"I suppose that is reassuring, but be weary of the Royal Order, they are not who they once were." Sol gripping her arms, her serious vision.
A military force changing over the years, wrapping underneath the thumbs of a steadily falling Royal Family. Atlalune and Sol steadily noticing the hostility, an oppressing power against the different class division.
"I am aware. I didn't want their help, but sometimes you gotta swallow your pride." Flint sighing.
"If they were going to assist all along, then maybe we could have had more time on our own." Atlalune's hand to her chin.
"No, I ran the calculations. They'd have been overrun, and when the majority storms the headquarters. It would have given time for Czer to flee with Lucil, we'd have then likely lost the two of them for good." The old man folding his arms.
"Either way, this is a time sensitive mission. As Cyra said, an hour is likely all we have. So when the operation begins, everyone must swiftly act." Isa's hand on her waist.
"It will be a close one, but with us here. We should have around five minutes to spare, from there we storm the center." Elina's finger to her chin.
"I always wondered what it would be like to participate in a high end mission like this!" Dabria's excitement, her hands to her chest.
"Been a while since I had done something like this, hopefully I ain't too rusty." Valor's slight grin.
Fernandez barking in determination, standing alongside his friends. An animal doing his best for them, these individuals giving meaning to his existence.
Flint feeling the warmth of hope in the area, believing in their possibilty. The old man soon explaining the plan in more detail, shortly seeing them off.