— Rokka took a step forward. Then another. The shadows rose from their tombs, charging forward with aching groans.

Hesitation swept from her mind, her lips parted for a command: “Avenger, on our right!”

“Military, huh…. Maybe that’s a little too intense for me. I have my own uniform,” she spoke, an open palm resting on her emblem. “But I don’t mind seeing what kind of training you’re used to.”

A small laugh. Yes, introductions. “Rokka’s the name.”

— Avenger. Be wary.”

— hallways of this wretched base. “Thank you. I just—.” Her lips were sealed tight, an abrupt silence once more. Then, a sigh. “You always know what to say sometimes. Regardless, let’s get to training. I’m ready to progress further.”

Sorry, I was possessed.

— real thing.”