Edward is hiding behind a steel desk holding a pistol that has only around 4 bullets left inside, with the turret out in the open firing onto the soldiers who are pursuing them. He peeked through the side of the desk before killing a soldier, with several other soldiers firing at his location, but thanks to the steel desk, the bullets weren’t hitting him. “Why the hell would South not let us use the provided energy rifles like other units!” A soldier said in an angry tone while firing at the steel desk where Edward was hiding behind. “She doesn’t trust us I assume, since she gave all the energy rifles and fancy armory to people of higher ranking, we are only slightly above a private.” A different soldier with a raspy voice said to the soldier who asked the question.

Yharvis marched his way to the shootout, and looked at the 2 soldiers with the pistol. “Your aim is horrible, no wonder why she doesn’t trust you all.” He scolded the 2 before calmly walking to a steel door that was open, he then proceeded to grab the door by the side and top then ripped the door out of the door frame. After doing so, he got into a stance then threw the door with all his might at the steel desk which caused the steel desk to be destroyed along with Edward breaking his arm from the impact. “Bullseye.” The soldier with the raspy voice commented before Yharvis intimidated him by glancing down at him, which resulted in him slowly retreating.

Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

Due to the impact Edward was stuck inside the desk as the door completely trapped him inside the desk, “crap! I need to think of something, I can’t see anything, I also can’t get out of this desk!” He thought as he was trying to push his way out of the desk. He fired inside the steel desk trying to escape, with it resulting in a very small opening around arms length opening up due to the bullets denting the steel.

He saw Yharvis approaching Miya and her little brother, with her little brother sobbing in fear, with him screaming “why are you doing this?!” This question made Yharvis stop in his tracks, seemingly pondering something. Then Yharvis’ vision blurred briefly, remembering an important conversation.

“The strength you gained from the guidance of the one who now is North is admirable, but why not go beyond, why not join us?” Said a calm spoken woman, whose voice echoed through the large office room. “What do you mean?” A younger Yharvis asked as he clenched his fist. “Why would you limit yourself only to one’s guidance? The only person who can surpass themselves isn’t the one they admire, but the person themself.” The woman said as Yharvis had a surprised look on his face. “I know what you want, you want to protect those who you love, so why not join us? Help us through conflict, so you can defend those who cannot defend themselves.” She spoke.

“Who are you, and how do you know North?” Yharvis demanded with a slight suspicion in his eyes.

“I am the one who they call South.” She said with a steady and confident tone.