MAGIC POWER: 1500

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It was as if winter had come earlier. The areas of Mt. Hakobe were cold, freezing, to say the least. They weren’t something one could travel so easily. Yet, this was where the Shining Rune were stationed apparently. The coordinates left by the Magic Council onto the hands of the Rune Knights were apparently meant to refer to a base located within a mountain.

Of course the squadron of Knights couldn’t quite barge in too closely yet, as they decided to halt their travels nearby, instead. On the other side of the same mountain their enemies were located at; a dangerous position but one where they could possibly manage to flank the enemy without being spotted.

At the time, it was barely two Captains accompanied by a multitude of soldiers. It was less than a dozen to try not to catch anyone else’s attention. Dethener himself rested at ease within the camp settled at the feet of the mountain. He quietly watched the soldiers come together finally.

They had very little supplies the Captain quietly held his eyes onto; regardless of them being soldiers and therefore were under his authority he was cautious of any possible infamous bargainer who would try to go and steal some supplies for himself. You couldn’t trust anyone. Not even your squadron. Dethener knew that very well.

Yet there was another equally ranking individual at the moment on this operation. He hadn’t ever bothered to speak unnecessarily with others before. In the headquarters Dethener easily made the cut for the eeriest Knight at times due to his looks and the fact that his breathing support gave away an endless, mechanical breathing noise. At each inhale and exhale, that was.

The black-armored figure began to slowly approach the other, his hands at his sides in his heavy steps walk. Despite the armor being surprisingly adaptive he didn’t find himself at ease walking in such massive amounts of snow.

“Captain Kh’mir.”

He called out with his mechanical voice. It was somewhat raspy; you could tell there was a man inside, yet the voice was filtered by the technology of lacrima due to his internal organs having failed and his vocal chords no longer being that good.

“I have heard great things about you. I am looking forward to witnessing such with my own eyes.”

Dethener stated. His eyes weren’t visible, nor was any sign of expression and whatnot. It was impossible to read his mood through such obstacles. Yet, soon enough the masked Demon turned over almost as if he led him to follow shortly within a tent. There was a lacrima displaying a very simplistic chart; it was a matter of a map drawn with the skills of a four years old.

He glared underneath his mask at just how ridiculous it looked but regardless it displayed one and another’s position. The man addressed one of the soldiers, who immediately began to give away some of the details regarding the current situation.

‘S-sir, it seems their headquarters are mostly underground. We don’t see dents around the corners of the mountain. So, it’s very likely they’re situated beneath the entrance, not further inside the grounds of the mount.’

“How does the entrance look like?”

‘I-it looks like just a compound with a wide gate. Almost like an underground shelter’s entrance.’

Dethener breathed. Not a further word spoken for a few moments before he nodded and once more eyed the map. “A flank is basically useless. The only option seems to break in with our full force,” - stated the armored man before he stared over his fellow Captain. “Give us your opinion, Captain.”

Whether he really wanted to hear it or not was debatable but rather he wanted to ‘test’ Kh’mir for himself. Dethener’s firmness often intimidated others and the Demon was interested to seeing how the other would react to being addressed.

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