At Schicksal's base, the overseer Otto is seated at his throne while playfully swirling the red win he poured at his glass.
A tall white-haired woman entered his chambers.
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"Around 1642 hours... Valkyries that are sent to retrieved materials. The route selected for their convoy, an ambush occured and all deployed valkyries wiped out, no survivors found. Most of all weapons onboard are destroyed, resources stolen, and comms hacked taking all the intel we got."
"Strange... I didn't think he would come back, but now against us."
Otto thought as the suspect's face and name crossed his mind.
"Lord Otto?" Amber was confused as she heard her master mumbling to himself.
"Nothing... Are there any traces left behind the crime section?"
The masked woman nods, and taps at her tablet, thus a hologram was pulled up in front of Otto.
Setting down the glass, he stands up, upon the image was a throwing knife. "Zoom in."
Amber followed suit as the image was zoomed to further help Otto find some clues. Thus his guess was right.
"Eh, so now he's here to poke the bear."
A symbol was found at the weapon. He was fully aware of what that symbol means, 500 years ago he had a connection, no a friend who has the same armament.
But after the 2nd Eruption. The organization was disbanded due to the relationship with Schicksal.
"Amber, have we got some updates from the vice-captain of the immortal blades?"
"No milord. Miss Rita has been silent for 2 days, no status report from at this moment."
"That's too bad... Well it seems i have no choice but to further up the experiment."
"Pass a message to the researchers. Increase the dosage for Project Glacier."
"As you wish."
As Amber bowed and left the Overseer's room. He started to grin.
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Somewhere at Arc City.
On a vantage point, a man was currently observing the city of what was happening, also for him to gather intel for his next move.
He is draped in a heavy hooded cloak, the hood itself intricately embroidered, which serves to obscure his face, save for the determined look in his eyes. Covering his body is a long-sleeved tunic, richly decorated with patterns and layered over with protective armor on his shoulders and arms. The armor pieces are ornate, suggesting a high level of craftsmanship and attention to detail.
