Elsewhere, a streak of crimson light cleaved through the air with urgent velocity, as though propelled by sheer determination. It was Colonel Vazeryth, his demeanor marked by haste and resolve.
His hair and cloak whipped fiercely in the raging wind he summoned, parting the heavy clouds in his wake. Entrusted by the Grand Marshals, Colonel Vazeryth bore the solemn duty of delivering the Severed Crown of Echoes to Zhyravel for safekeeping. At this moment, he pressed onward toward the hideout where the entirety of the Logistics Department remained concealed.
The location that housed the Logistics Department was far more than a mere subterranean bunker. It was a secret realm, intricately layered over the very expanse of Military Base Alpha-6 itself.
