A Perverted God.

The rainy night had passed, making way for a partly overcast day as the advance army moved forward, although their mood was glim and their spirits low; they moved with the same energy they always did taking one step at a time.

"I overheard someone saying that there's a chance that the generals' position is going to be indefinitely filled by lady Arla," Eris brought up a topic, and listened in the carriage for an answer, but nobody uttered a word, Usami as usual was in her own world, Han and Bruce were never that talkative to begin with, Dina had her eyes trained outside with a downcast and depressed aura around her, and Ikaris was oddly enough staring at Dina with an unreadable expression and not minding anything else.

"Ahem," Eris cleared her throat awkwardly and turned to her window again, that was her third failed attempt at bringing up a topic. "Never mind, then..." She adjusted her glasses and folded her arms.