Victory [1]
After walking for a few hours, Amelia and I reached the appointed meeting spot. We came across a few cadets while on our way here, but Amelia quickly eliminated them.
She didn't even need to draw her weapon and instead just shot a couple of wind bullet spells.
Her accuracy must've increased. She could actually be our markswoman. Good, that'll help me in my plans from here on out.
The sun was looming near the horizon, painting the sky in a million shades of red, orange, pink, and purple as if announcing dusk's arrival.
Before long, we spotted our Unit members.
Nero was leaning against a tree with his eyes closed, looking as if he was deeply meditating.
Anastasia was on the lookout, her jewel-like, intricate golden eyes shining with a luminescence that seemed to rival the radiance of the setting sun.
Kent was… what the fuck was he doing?
The blue-haired elf was hanging down from the branch of a really tall tree like a bat.