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Commitment is far, but life

Is still protected

“...aybe we’ll get to meet her clan members? If they’re anything like her, I bet they’r...”

“...ut they’re so secretive. Nobody outside of the clan knows much about them, and the only member who’s famous is the Vagabon...

“...e still know a member personally. She’s informed us about their customs on numerous occas...”

“...guys, I think she can hear us.”

The rest of Team Valiant, all huddled together, turned to Essex, quietly staring out the Flash-Rail window and thinking to herself, before turning to them and acknowledging she was in fact listening in.

“Are you curious to the clan’s nature?” Essex asked.

“Yeah. Sorry, but the anticipation’s getting to us.” Julia admitted.

“This discussion doesn’t bother me.” Essex clarified, facing them properly. “I...am excited to show you the clan that has saved my life.”

Harley leaned into Julia to whisper. “You hear that? Excited. Since when does she show so much emotion?”

Julia smiled back at her, as Sola jumped over to Essex.

“You’ve talked about them so much! I’d never even heard about the Segaru Clan until I met you.” Sola exclaimed, jumping up and down. “It’ll explain so much!”

Essex decided to look away again, as she hoped to focus her words. “I-It is something very personal, and we do not broadcast our existence to be admired.”

“More of that classic Segaru humility.” Wess remarked, sitting on one of the armrests. “You’ll have to be careful if we ever make it big within the industry. I bet interviewers will have plenty of questions about where you came from.”

Harley hopped to Essex’ other side. “Just flash that winning smile. That’ll leave ‘em speechless.”

Essex tried to focus on what was outside the window. “I-If it comes to that.”

Julia happily watched Essex’ embarrassment as the team surrounded her seat, just as the Flash-Rail started to slow down on the tracks.

“Oh, we’re at Michiri.” Julia announced, grabbing her bags. “Alright guys, let’s get a move on.”

The team hopped out into Michiri, the small stop just beside the highway cutting through the Aishanara Forest. They wheeled their bags off the platform, before looking around.

“Are the clan near here?” Julia asked, as Essex gave it a quick scan, before shaking her head.

“They would be situated further into the foliage. We are too close to civilisation.” Essex informed, leading the pack. “I will help track them.”

“W-We actually have to go into the forest?” Sola shuddered. “W-We haven’t had great luck in them before.”

“Don’t worry, Sola.” Julia smiled, slinging an arm around her. “We’ll be with a whole clan of warriors. If a Wailing tries anything, they’ll be sorry.”

Sola blinked, before the realisation hit her. “Oh yeah! Well, we’ll be fine then.”

“They are...not trained warriors.” Essex clarified. “We carry scythes, but only a select few know of combat.”

“Oh.” Sola realised, reaching a sort of neutral state. “...huh.”

“You could always summon storm clouds again.” Harley joked, as Essex pointed to a small path through the trees and indicated for the others to follow.

“But I can’t do that.” Sola said, just as the team carried their bags through the foliage in search of the clan.

This was it.

They were out in the wild.

They were unarmed.

The Wailing knew the forest left and right.

If this wasn’t their chance, then they would never be free.

The pair of Wailing cautiously crawled by the outskirts of Michiri, watching Team Valiant work their way into the forest interior proper. They swirled around each other, both hoping to get a clear idea of where they were headed.

While killing them then would have been ideal, they quickly realised the team wouldn’t be heading into a place like the Aishanara Forest without some sort of destination. Attacking now without information would be careless and leave them exposed. They could easily fall into a situation they couldn’t predict.

Even as they knew better, they each looked to the other’s side, spotting the slightest scar running down the sides of their heads.

Failure wasn’t an option.

They had to make sure of that.

This had to be perfect.

The Aishanara Forest was unique for...everything about it. Obviously, forests were situated all across Daysend, but none to the extent or wildness of this one. Trees nearly doubled in height and tripled in diameter. The ground was elevated at random, and the thick layer of leaves at the top meant almost no sunlight managed to hit the ground. It was as natural a maze as you could get, and its sheer size only added to this.

As their forest walk crossed over into twenty minutes, the team started to get antsy, all while Essex did her best to search her clan out.

“Essex, are you sure they’re gathered here?” Wess asked, nearly tripping over a giant root. “Ow! Gods, I miss the tundra...”

“Dal.” Essex assured, climbing up the side of a few trees, before pointing out another. “Vonodo. If you will look.”

She indicated to a few noticeable scratch marks in the side of a couple trees, which clearly hadn’t been made by animals or Wailing due to their cleanness.

“These are markers by the clan made not to get lost.” Essex explained, before stopping suddenly. “...I hear them to the west.”

She hopped back down and drag the others behind her, as they struggled to keep up with her while wheeling suitcases.

After another few minutes of searching, the sound started to grow for the others as well, until they could make out the voices of other people.

Eventually, they cleared a large mound, passing over a wildly spiralling set of roots and around a massive tree taking up most of a hill, before crossing over it to find them.

The Segaru Clan.

“Aeleda Decalias.” Essex greeted, displaying her palm welcomingly. “This is the clan.”

It was difficult to tell where the clan ended and where nature began. Tents were set up wherever there was room, taking advantage of the relatively flat ground in this part of the forest, with all manner of craft and hobby taking up their interiors. Members walked around freely, each sporting heavy, black robes and a scythe on their back, though most worked away at improving the camp around them. It was a large departure for their previous destinations, but the team were still just as fascinated with where they’d ended up.

“You weren’t kidding when you called it a clan.” Julia muttered, stepping forward. “It feels so rustic...”

“They really do all have scythes.” Wess remarked. “I thought you were just making that up.”

“Why would I...?” Essex asked, just as a voice called out from behind her.

“Essex! Calias!”

Essex turned and waved to the approaching clan member. “Kent! Calias!”

Essex met her in the middle, just as Kent gave her a quick onceover, before panicking.

“Where are your robes?” Kent frantically asked, grabbing Essex’s suit. “You know you shouldn’t be seen without them.”

“There...was not enough room with packing.” Essex insisted.

Kent eyed her up. “So you couldn’t wear it on the train?”

Kent didn’t expect an answer and quickly removed her robe. “Here, take mine. We can give you a spare once we arrive at the tent.”

Kent looked up to acknowledge the other people surrounding Essex. “...I would assume these are just your friends, but considering there’s four of you...”

“They are my Venator team.” Essex said, struggling to keep the robe tied up, as Kent nodded firmly to them.

“Aerlo Decali. My title is Kent.” Kent greeted, bowing to the team.

Despite her natural authority, Kent didn’t look too much older than Essex, maybe a bit over a decade. While it was hard to tell much about her with her robes on, after removing them, it was clear she was a well-trained athlete under her regular clothes, or at least had the physique of one. Julia briefly confused her for Essex’s mother, but mentally corrected herself after giving them both another look.

Kent stood back up. “I hope Essex has been aiding in your training as Venators.”

“Definitely.” Harley grinned, just as Sola peeked around Kent.

“There’s a lot of people here.” She remarked, just as Kent leaned down to block her view.

“Due to the upcoming Boncala Day, many members located around Daysend have returned for the celebration.” Kent clarified. “Jesalo Mosori and all. Fortunately, we usually have a month to prepare.”

“I...do not wish to wear this.” Essex stated, as Kent folded her arms.

“Fine. Throw your scythe away.” Kent insisted, which gave Essex pause for thought. “It’s just for a few days. I’m sure you can handle it.”

Kent looked over the team and ushered them to follow. “Come along.”

“S-Sorry, but is it alright if we aren’t wearing robes?” Julia asked.

“They’re only required for clan members. Don’t worry.” Kent said, beckoning them again. “This should be interesting. We don’t get many visitors to Boncala Day.”

“Or in general, I’d guess.” Harley mumbled under her breath, staring in fascination at the wild camp now surrounding them.

Just as the team passed through each of the tents, they garnered a few looks from the members not focused on their work. Julia waved to them politely, but their attention fluttered to Essex, who was still struggling to keep the robe on.

“Here we are.” Kent said, stopping in front of a tent, before entering.

The team slowly entered one by one, all except for Essex, who bowed outside the main entrance, waiting for confirmation from Kent.

“You are welcome, Essex.” Kent allowed. “Your friend is too, of course.”

Essex stood up in confusion, only to now notice Harley bowing beside her, waiting for the same confirmation, before getting up and smiling to Essex.

“It seemed like the polite thing to do.” Harley said, as Essex felt a blush creep in, just as the two entered the tent.

The tent was sparsely decorated, mostly housing the basics, like a bed, small cooking area, various robes and basic clothes to wear underneath, as well as a few seats set up, most likely for members arriving back. A fair amount of sewing equipment was situated across the tent as well, with some robes half made and others being repaired.

Almost immediately, Essex removed her robes, letting them fall to the floor, just as Kent sighed out and went to grab a smaller one for her.

“I’m glad to see you got my correspondence. We will be celebrating member Tyrian’s Boncala Day tomorrow.” Kent announced, retrieving the smaller robe, as the rest of the team tried to make themselves comfortable. “I wasn’t expecting you to bring company. Pelonos decu, of course, but it’s still a surprise.”

“Well, we’ve been travelling around Daysend for the last two weeks.” Julia explained. “Admittedly, your letter was what spurred it on in the first place.”

“I am glad I could help.” Kent insisted, handing off Essex’s robe, before noticing her scythe. “Elia, what have you done to your scythe?”

Essex blushed again, before grabbing it and showing it off to her. “I have added modifications to aid in becoming a Ven-”

“Modifications?!” Kent cried, as she quickly grabbed it, before pressing the buttons on the handle, which changed out the metal in the blade. “...Essex.”

Essex turned away. “I-I know it isn’t encouraged, but it was necessary for me to become a proper warrior.”

“A clan member doesn’t need these ‘improvements.’” Kent insisted. “What if the other members see these changes?”

Essex realised her fault and quickly bowed to the ground, facing Kent.

“Muerbetra. Relusa tinue.” Essex declared. “This was a selfish action.”

Kent begrudgingly handed her scythe back, as Essex readily took it, just as Kent silently tapped her foot on the ground in frustration.

“...unfortunately, I don’t have bedding for all of you.” She said, acknowledging the rest of the team scattered around the tent. “We’ll need to gather them from Ross. He’s a few tents away.”

Kent opened up the tent flap again. “However, Muer would insist that I show you where that is.”

“O-Oh. Thank you, Kent.” Julia insisted, getting up and joining her, before turning to the team. “You guys get comfortable. I’ll go get our bedding.”

Kent led Julia out of the tent, as they walked across camp, leaving a bit of dead air between them.

“So, uhh, I’ve got a...question.” Julia felt like asking. “What’s the Muer that you and Essex keep talking about?”

“Has she not told you?” Kent wondered. “It’s the central philosophy of the Segaru Clan. It states that life is meant to be spent helping those around you, not on needless distractions. Our members spread around Daysend and find ways to help those they meet on their travels.”

Kent sighed out in relief. “Only in death may we finally lay back and relax, as by then, we can no longer improve the world around us.”

“Wow.” Julia let out, feeling a bit awkward. “Essex always mentioned helping people when she could, but I didn’t think it had so much significance behind it.”

“It’s very important to us.” Kent clarified, turning to Julia. “I imagine it’s quite similar to Venators.”

“In a way.” Julia laughed. “Probably not helping the Wailing...”

“I’ve received a couple letters from Essex detailing your team. I’m guessing from her descriptions, you’re...Sola?” Kent asked, as Julia facepalmed.

“Why does everyone...no, I’m Julia, the leader.” She corrected, as Kent blushed a little.

“Oh. Relias.” She apologised. “I’m not great with faces. Or names.”

“That’s okay.” Julia excused, before quickly deciding to bow. “Grela.”

Kent found herself chuckling a little. “You’re using that slightly wrong, but the attempt is appreciated...leader.”

The duo arrived at the tent in question, which seemed covered with spare bedding, almost like a market stall.

“Just a second.” Called out a voice, before an older man popped out of the tent. “How can...oh. You were one of the visitors accompanying Essex.”

“Y-Yeah, that was...me. I’m...Julia, her team leader.” She greeted, tentatively sticking out her hand, as he eventually shook it.

“Ross. So, you’re with the Venator school too.” Ross acknowledged. “Well, at least you’re doing good work. We try to handle what Wailing we can, though we’re not really trained for it.”

“Admittedly, Essex handled most of them for us when she was here.” Kent confessed, only to get a scoff from Ross, which she quickly glared at him for.

“How’s she been handling herself?” Ross asked, as Julia felt a bit put on the spot.

“G-Great. She’s been an awesome team member, and really good at taking out Wailing.” Julia clarified, before adding further. “A-and super helpful with other class stuff.”

Ross folded his arms. “She’s certainly built for one of those.” Ross remarked, as Kent stamped her foot, before heading around the table and dragging him off behind the tent.

“Just one second, Julia.” Kent insisted, leaving Julia by herself.

Out of curiosity, mostly to see what they were saying about Essex, Julia peeked around the tent to catch their conversation.

“...eep it under control while her teammates are here, okay?”

“What should it matter what they think, Kent? I’m assessing her as a member.”

“Yes, you’ve been doing that since she joined.”

“And yet, you keep coddling her. You wouldn’t do that for other members. The only reason she doesn’t wear a robe is because you said it was oka-”

“I said it was okay for her. You knew she was struggling to fit in, so what, was I meant to force one on her like some kind of forseca?”

“...if she disrupts this Boncala Day...”

“She won’t. That’s not like her.”

Julia could feel the conversation winding down and instinctively jumped back, trying to look like she hadn’t been listening, just as Kent and Ross came back, still clearly miffed at each other.

“So, I’m assuming your team needs something to sleep on?” Ross asked, going to grab some bedding to distract himself.

“Y-Yeah, any will do.” Julia replied, as Ross placed some down. “Thanks. How many capitals is this?”

“We don’t use capitals here. But wash them before returning them.” Ross said. “You’re lucky that we have plenty spare for Boncala Day. We’d usually give our free ones to homeless shelters.”

“Grela, Ross.” Kent thanked, picking up a few and carrying them back with Julia, as Ross clicked his tongue.

“Oh, Essex...”

———

“Essex...”

“I feel like we’re actually camping!” Sola exclaimed. “We should go camping for real! I’ve never done that before!”

“Essex...?”

“How about we finish this trip before making other plans, ‘kay?” Harley remarked, patting her head, as they chuckled to each other.

“Essex!”

Essex jumped back suddenly, as Wess leaned out of her chair to get her attention.

“There we go. I was starting to think you were ignoring me.” Wess commented, sitting back properly. “You seem awfully out of it.”

Essex briefly shied away, as she struggled to think of an excuse. “I-It’s...that I have returned here after so long.”

“Oh, yes. I can imagine that’s quite jarring.” Wess sympathised. “There’s certainly a culture shock for us too.”

“...we do not...show emotion in the clan.” Essex admitted, fiddling with her hands. “While emotion cannot be avoided, we are trained to control it so that it doesn’t control us. And, as such...”

Essex sighed out. “There are certain aspects of my life which I have yet to understand.”

Wess stared at her in curiosity, before facing Harley and Sola. “Not to critique the clan too harshly, but most of life's greatest discoveries are fuelled by bouts of emotion. Just look at our two lovebirds over there.”

Essex begrudgingly stared back at Harley and Sola, still doting on each other, as Wess continued. “Suppressing that only means you experience less of your life. You’ll miss chances you otherwise could have embraced.”

“...Eldava Monodo Del.” Essex muttered, catching Wess attention.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a clan saying. It translates to ‘One who wears pockets, but does not use them.’” Essex explained. “It is meant to refer to someone who has means but only uses them for vanity, but I believe it applies to this too.”

Wess found herself chuckling into her hand. “I quite like that saying. Maybe the Clan does have a few good points.”

“...I will not take that comment personally.” Essex muttered, getting another laugh from Wess.

———

“This should be enough for your team?”

“Yeah. Harley and Sola can just share the big one.” Julia said, passing by the other tents, before another question came to mind. “Umm...Kent. If you don’t mind me asking...”

“Dal.” Kent encouraged.

“What’s wrong with Essex upgrading her scythe?” Julia asked, as Kent jumped in place, before sighing out.

“You’re very curious, aren’t you?”

“Oh, s-sorry, I know I’ve been asking a lot of questions.” Julia said. “But I don’t know when I’ll get this opportunity again. I really want to know more about Essex and your customs.”

Kent eyed up Julia, before folding her arms. “The scythe is an important symbol to the clan.” Kent explained. “It’s a useful tool and an efficient weapon. It helps us to navigate the forest, defeat Wailing, and aids in plenty of other small ways.”

Kent reached to her back and grabbed her own scythe. “The handle represents our control over our lives, and the blade represents our death and its inevitability. If we’re to give our scythe over to someone, it’s the same as giving our lives.”

Kent stared at the ground solemnly. “But to ‘upgrade’ it is to miss the point. We do not need extremities in our lives, and neither do our scythes.”

Kent placed her scythe back. “If the other members saw...”

Julia listened on as they kept walking, before turning her gaze to the side. “I saw that you had sewing machines in your tent.”

“Yes, I’m in charge of making and repairing the robes for the clan.” Kent clarified, while Julia scratched her cheek.

“Not to critique too much, but...that seems like an extremity to me.” Julia pointed out, as Kent went to argue.

“Well, no, it’s necessary for reconstructing robes.” Kent replied. “I am given so many robes that it’s difficult to repair them without the proper equipment.”

“But you could just take a bit more time and sew it by hand.”

“Yes, I-” Kent said, before stopping herself. “How does this relate to Essex’s scythe?”

Julia tried to avoid eye contact. “If she didn’t upgrade her scythe, she might have been killed by a Wailing. And then she couldn’t act on Muer anyway...”

Kent folded her arms. “So by betraying a tenant of Muer, she’s actually acted on it?”

“...yeah.” Julia said.

Kent pinched the brim of her nose, before turning back in the direction they were going. “If you are not aware of our customs, don’t criticise them as if you’re a member.”

“O-Oh, right. Sorry.” Julia realised, feeling herself flush with embarrassment. “I just...saw some of the looks she was getting from other members...it doesn’t seem fair to judge her for something like this...”

Kent kept walking, as she sighed to herself. “...we value our customs. This isn’t her first time going against them...”

Julia tried to read her face, before drifting her gaze slightly lower and noticing a stain on Kent’s robe.

“Uhh, Kent?” Julia said, indicating to it.

Kent quickly noticed and realised it was mud. Some had also managed to get underneath and stain her clothes proper.

“Sorry. I think we might have carried that after our trek in the forest.” Julia apologised, as Kent shook her head.

“Elia, it’s fine. I have replacements.” Kent assured, just as they arrived back at the tent, with the day starting to wind itself down, as the team had made themselves comfortable in the space.

“Cali. We’ve returned with the bedding.” Kent announced, laying it out on the ground. “I would imagine you’re tired after your trip. Vonodo, I need to change.”

The team started laying out the bedding in the space, as Kent went about removing her robes, studying the stain on them and her more proper clothes underneath.

Before she got too far, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to find Essex, holding a folded shirt in front of her.

Kent stared at it. “Did you need something?”

“You looked to need a new shirt.” Essex said. “We have packed a few spares if you require one.”

Kent lowered Essex’s hands. “Grela, but I have enough. It’s only a stain.”

Essex took in her response and nodded back, before joining the others in setting up their beds, as Kent watched them work on managing the space and still giving Kent enough room to work.

...her first Boncala Day...please smile upon her, Whilit...

———

“IT’S TIME FOR CELEBRATION!!!”

The team jumped up suddenly, all shooting out of their beds due to the piercing noise. They’d gotten to bed pretty early, and considering the naturally dark interior of the Aishanara Forest, this was easy enough to manage. But even they could tell it was the dead of night when all this was happening.

Kent was already up and peering out of the tent with a wide smile on her face, before noticing the team rustling themselves awake.

“Oh, good. I was just about to get you.” She said. “Aeleda Decalias. Welcome to Boncala Day.”

The team each took their time getting up, putting on some proper clothes and cleaning themselves up, though Harley and Essex seemed to handle it best out of all of them.

“I...wasn’t expecting it to start at...” Julia said between yawns, before looking at her tablet. “...midnight.”

“It lasts for a day. We must use all of it.” Kent insisted, waving for the team to join her. “Come, come, you must see the festivities.”

“Festivities?” Wess asked, suddenly very interested. “Considering the quiet clan we saw yesterday, what sort of festivities could you be referring to?”

Kent didn’t answer and insisted they join her, as each member made their way to her side, before being swept away with what they saw.

The camp had been turned into a wild party. Gone was the quiet, well-mannered clan from before, and in was a loud, raucous shindig full of dancing, feasting, games, competitions, and any kind of excitement that the clan could manage. Bright, gorgeous lights glowed amongst the darkened night-time forest, and suddenly, the forest had colour and life.

“Where the hell are we?” Sola let out, trying to take it all in. “Did we get dragged to some kinda fairground?”

“This is the clan, my companions.” Kent proudly stated, stepping out of the tent proper. “Boncala Days are celebrated after a member passes. Since their soul still wanders Daysend, we make an effort to assure them that their contributions to the world helped to improve it.”

Kent displayed her hand. “So, we indulge in what we would otherwise abstain from, as proof of their efforts.”

“Now this is what I was hoping for.” Wess exclaimed, squeeing once she saw a passing food platter. “And there’s catering?!”

“Every member contributes to a large banquet, the younger members play games together, we share memories of our passed member.” Kent explained, sighing out in content. “Helping others is its own reward, but a break is always appreciated.

Essex stared in fascination at the festivities taking place around her. She’d never seen the clan this...sociable, for lack of a better term. Even Ross looked happy in the middle of it.

Kent noticed her confused expression. “What’s wrong?”

“This...is surprising. I am unsure how to participate.” Essex asked.

“There’s no wrong way to celebrate Boncala Day.” Kent clarified. “Play around, or indulge in as much food as you want.”

Kent pointed to a few private tents off to the side. “And if that’s not to your liking, there’s plenty of members engaging in sexual activities.”

Harley immediately perked up. “Seriously? There’s a bunch of members in there going at it?”

“Of course.” Kent said, as Harley noticed one of the members just outside of the tent winking at her. “We usually abstain from physical or emotional intimacy, as that would get in the way of our duties.”

Harley ran in place frantically, before looking to Sola for confirmation, and getting an expected head nod from her.

“Woohoo!” Harley yelled out, rushing over to the tents in excitement, as Essex avoided looking in their direction.

“If you wish, Essex, you may store your scythe with the others for the time being.” Kent assured, pointing to another tent off to the side filled with the scythes of the members currently celebrating. “And if that’s not to your liking, there are small fighting tournaments taking place.”

“Ooo.” Julia let out, bumping Essex’s arm. “That sounds fun, right?”

“I...would suppose.” Essex let out, making an effort to smile at Julia. “It will be good training for our academy tournament.”

“Well, if you’re going off to that, I might as well sample what I can around here.” Wess suggested, before noticing a passing plate of finger foods. “Don’t mind if I do.”

“Hey! Those kids are playing tag!” Sola realised, watching as a bunch of the younger members chased each other around, before instinctively joining them without hesitation, leaving Julia and Essex on their own.

“Huh.” Julia remarked, before indicating to the fighting area. “Shall we?”

“Dal.” Essex replied, as the duo started walking, before Kent grabbed Julia’s shoulder.

“Hey...make sure she enjoys herself.” Kent asked. “It’s important to the celebration of Boncala Day.”

Julia watched as Kent’s eyes briefly darted back to Essex, before picking up on what she meant and nodding.

“Don’t worry. This is her wheelhouse.” Julia assured, as Kent let her go, watching them both join the line of competitors in slight worry.

While they were quiet enough on their own, fortunately, the noise of the celebration managed to drown out any other activity the Wailing were creating with their presence.

They watched the clan in the middle of their festivities, spying from the cover of the surrounding forest, as they both kept their gazes fixed on each member of the team.

They just had to wait for their chance.

Just a little longer...

Julia and Essex took their place in line, watching as a few members went head-to-head in a small arena, clashing scythes and a few Whils here and there.

During their wait in line, Essex glanced around as the other members took her presence in as well, giving her slightly judgemental looks, reaffirming something she’d been concerned with.

“This is gonna be so fun.” Julia hyped up, excited in her own right. “Do I get loaned a scythe too?”

“No.” Essex flatly replied, before hearing a few members whispering to each other.

“Is Essex fighting with us?” One member mumbled to another.

“Won’t she just win every fight? She’s already going to that Venator school.” Another member muttered.

“We’d have a better chance with a Wailing.” Added another member.

Julia eventually noticed their misgivings and grabbed Essex’s shoulder.

“Don’t listen to them. Just have fun with it.” Julia assured. “They aren’t worth worryi-”

Julia noticed Essex’s gaze drifting off to the forest exterior, while she slowly wandered out of her grasp, as her attention was drawn to the markings on the nearby trees, pulling her away from the line.

“Essex?” Julia asked, watching as she wandered further into the woods, before finding Wess nearby, indulging on some delicate foods.

Julia made a motion to call her over, before quickly spotting the markings on the tree Essex had stared at.

“Julia, you have to try th-” Wess insisted, before staring at it too in shock. “My...those aren’t Wailing markings, are they?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Julia said, running her hand on it. “The cut’s too clean. But they look similar to the markings on the trees that lead us here.”

“So, they were made with a scythe?” Wess wondered, finishing off her plate. “Well, it still looks a bit haphazard, like there was a struggle.”

Julia could just catch the end of Essex’s robe deep in the forest, as she decided to follow along. “Come on. We’ve got to catch up with her.”

Wess quickly noticed what she was hinting at and went along with it, as they followed Essex’s path through the forest as best they could.

It took a few minutes, to the point where they could barely hear the noise of the clan celebrating anymore. They almost debated going back, before arriving at a small clearing in the forest, surrounded by a few broken trees and scratched up rocks. Natural growth had spread through a couple of the cracks, but it was clear a struggle had taken place some time ago.

Essex was sitting in the middle, at the foot of a small rock, bowing her head in silence.

“Weird.” Julia let out quietly. “I thought the clan hadn’t been here before, but it looks like they had some big fight.”

“With a casualty, it would seem.” Wess said, indicating to the stone Essex was in front of, as they both slowly closed the distance to her.

Essex stayed quiet the entire time, making an effort to ignore the slight noise coming in from the clan, before Julia spoke up.

“Hey...Essex.” Julia said. “Sorry for sneaking up on you. We didn’t know where you were going, so...”

“...it’s fine.” She excused. “This is a place for nature now.”

“I, uhh, thought the clan hadn’t been here before.” Julia asked, as Essex focused on breathing.

“We are nomadic. We utilise the resources within a certain area, then move on to allow them to flourish once again.” Essex explained. “The clan has visited this spot many times.”

Julia felt like she’d asked enough questions and decided to keep to herself, as Wess stepped down and made an effort to join Essex’s side.

“May I?” Wess softly asked, pointing to the spot beside Essex, as she slowly nodded her head.

Wess sat down, staring solemnly at the gravestone.

“How long did you know them?”

“…a few years.” Essex replied. “We had met when I was trapped within the forest, though I had written him off as...a wild fox. Eventually, we helped each other survive, and he accompanied me to the clan.”

Essex resettled herself. “He died whilst we fought a Wailing off from the rest of the clan members.”

Wess looked back at her, before bowing her head towards the grave and putting her hands together.

“Elevoi do so noemela.” Wess muttered, lifting her head back up.

Essex stared at her. “What does it mean?”

“It’s an old Northern saying, for those who passed on too soon.” Wess explained. “It translates to ‘you were a prince in this world, but a King in my eyes.’”

Essex opened her mouth to reply, but decided not to say anything, as they both gave the moment the silence it had earned. Julia looked back at them quietly, letting the silence breathe.

It was a peaceful scene.

———

Sola chased after a couple of the younger members, playfully yelling she was going to catch them, before her eyes drifted to a very prominent scythe sticking out of the ground, surrounded by flowers and with freshly dug up land in front of it.

She stared at it for a while, before noticing Kent in front of it and deciding to join her.

“Is...this his grave?” Sola asked, as Kent slowly stood up.

“Dal. We retrieve the body and scythe of the member and bury them with the clan to honour them. Then we surround the grave with Seishia flowers, which I’m told represent the spirit.” Kent clarified. “While we are trained to accept our death, it’s still a difficult adjustment.”

Sola joined her side and stared at the grave site.

“...I, uhh, never knew my...birth parents.” Sola admitted, hoping to relate. “I don’t even know if they’ve...you know, but it kinda feels like this.”

Kent looked up at the foliage of the Aishanara Forest. “...does Essex have friends? At the academy?”

“Yeah, tons.” Sola said, counting on her fingers. “Obviously, there’s us, then there’s Team Vanguard, Team Instinct are pretty cool, who could forget Dorothy, Cyr-”

“Okay, okay. That’s all I needed.” Kent assured, displaying her hands. “We don’t use ‘tablets’ in the clan, so my only correspondence with her has been through letters. She talks about training, and your team, but not about anything else...”

“I thought that would be standard for the clan.” Sola pointed out, stunning Kent.

Kent stayed silent on the point, as her face tried not to display too much emotion. Sola picked up on this pretty easily, but didn’t want to push her too much.

“...it was hard.” Kent admitted. “Letting Essex attend the academy. The other clan members...have not trusted her...for a while.”

Sola could see Kent opening up a bit more, at least more than she had the previous day.

“...she tries.” Kent. “She has done her best to live by the clan’s philosophy. But...she has never matched up to those around her. The term Forseca gets thrown around a lot.”

“Forseca?” Sola asked.

“It means someone who’s untrustworthy, or of poor character.” Kent explained, twiddling her fingers. “Our goal is to help others, but Essex’s goal first and foremost has been...hunting Wailing. She wishes to end the Wailing Conflict.”

“But isn’t that...good?” Sola asked quite plainly, as Kent struggled to think of the words.

“We do not condone violence in the clan, especially for selfish reasons.” Kent said. “While it is necessary in some cases, it’s still frowned upon. Violence helps no one.”

“I thought Essex had fought off a bunch of Wailing from the clan before.” Sola asked, stunning Kent again. “That seems pretty helpful to me.”

Kent stayed silent, not wanting to double back on anything she’d said, as Sola felt like lightening the mood.

“He-”

CRRAAASSSSHHHHH!!!!!!

Suddenly, a loud destructive sound rang out behind the duo, leaving them in shock as they now saw two Wailing, slithering around each other, tearing through the celebration with ease, slashing at clan members here and there. The clan did their best to avoid confronting them, as a few more proactive members went to grab their scythes in the tent they were stored in, only to be blocked off by one of the Wailing splitting off and closing them in.

Harley quickly exited one of the tents after hearing the commotion, only to see the two Wailing, and for the Wailing to see her.

The Wailing blocking off the weaponry went to strike at her, slithering close and swiping at her with its claws, while the other Wailing scanned over the rest of the celebration and spotted Sola, worriedly staring at Harley.

“Harley!” Sola cried, hurrying over to help her, only for the other Wailing to start attacking her, leaving both Harley and Sola to defend against each.

A few clan members split off now that the scythe tent was free to help fight against the Wailing, only for the one attacking Harley to whip at them with its tail, tripping them up in an instant, as it went back to swinging at Harley.

Harley did her best to dodge and block each attack, even if her lacking her Buster Knuckles meant plenty of the claw scrapes were slashing her arms. She tried to grab at its arms to gain some ground, but the Wailing kept slipping out from her grasp each time, leaving her to constantly back up into the forest.

Meanwhile, Sola just booked it. She knew she had no chance against this thing one on one, and worse, if she tried to use her Whil here, she’d probably take out most of the clan too. The Wailing effortlessly pursued, slithering on the ground and climbing over trees, before it went to pin her, only for Sola to just dodge out of the way, as it crashed into the ground.

The Wailing fighting Harley reeled for a second, letting Harley grab onto one of its claws and pull it up and over, slamming it down into the ground behind her.

She’d managed to stun the Wailing, as she looked around her at the clan members, ready to attack.

“Go!” She yelled, shocking them suddenly. “They’re only attacking us! Don’t risk getting hurt! Let us handle it!”

“We can’t do that!” A clan member yelled. “You need our assistance and we need yours!”

“You’re with Essex, right?” Another member asked. “Show us what to do! We can help!”

“Harley.” Kent said, quickly joining her side. “We can hold it back, but unless Essex is here, there’s no guarantee of defeating it. We’re not all trained in combat like she is.”

And she’s the only one of us with her weapon. Harley acknowledged, realising Kent’s point, before noticing the Wailing getting up again quickly. “Alright, everyone grab a scythe and pin it down! Try to do some damage while I’m off!”

Harley quickly ran off in the direction of the other tents, letting the clan members fend it off, as she tried to find Kent’s tent.

“I just need something to work with...”

———

“What was that noise?”

Essex perked her head up, as the sound of frantic commotion rang out from the direction of the clan.

“Is that the fighting tournament?” Julia asked, as Essex shook her head.

“We must be sure.” Essex demanded, rushing back to see it for herself, her scythe at the ready, as Julia and Wess soon followed behind her.

Before Essex could make it back to the clan, she heard Sola crying out in panic, followed by growling and crashes, only to see her running past, followed quickly by an aggressive Wailing in pursuit.

Upon seeing Essex, Sola turned on the spot and hurried back to her, leaving the Wailing to crash into another tree, as she hid behind Essex.

“Essex!” She cried, trying to calm herself. “Two Wailing showed up at the celebration! Harley’s fighting the other one!”

“Wailing?” Essex repeated in disbelief, before turning to the one in pursuit and feeling her rage boil over, as she stepped forward. “You continue to harass me...”

She gripped her scythe tightly, as the Wailing acknowledged a second target of its now appearing, before feeling its attention draw to its partner still with the clan.

Suddenly, it jerked to the side, almost like it had been hit, before needing a second to recover.

“It’s been doing that since it started chasing me!” Sola exclaimed, just as Julia and Wess managed to catch up. “I think it’s got some telepathy thing going on with the other one!”

“A Wailing?” Wess let out, just as it rushed off back in the direction of the clan, seemingly losing focus on the team.

“You will not run!” Essex cried out, chasing after it with a renewed anger, leaving the rest of the team to play catch up with her heated pursuit.

The Wailing searched around the forest interior for its partner, stopping briefly to find them, only for the force of Essex launching herself off of a nearby tree to come crashing behind its head, plummeting it to the ground.

Essex tried to pin it as best she could, only for it to use its immense strength to wriggle free, slipping out from under her again.

It was determined to find its partner once again, as it continued trailing on the ground, only for a black shroud to come up from under it and wrap around its head, throwing it off course and sliding it across the ground.

Essex watched in curiosity, before Harley came up from the side, using the opportunity to grab at the fabric and hold the Wailing in place.

“Hey!” She yelled out, as Essex hurried over and quickly realised Harley had grabbed a robe from Kent’s tent and used it trap the Wailing. “Help!”

Essex grabbed the fabric as well, trying her best to trap the Wailing, even as it flailed about violently, struggling to reach the robe with its claws.

Essex then started to hear the sound of the clan just beyond the trees, seemingly attempting a similar strategy with the other Wailing.

Harley and Essex were starting to lose their grip, only for the rest of Team Valiant to arrive, just in time for the Wailing to free itself of the fabric, only for its flailing to carry it past the tree line and back to the camp, crashing into the ground beside its partner, who stared at it in shock and worry.

It was managing to hold off most of the Segaru members, struggling to do any real damage to them due to the added reach of their scythes, but as its partner landed beside them, everyone’s attention was drawn.

Team Valiant quickly emerged from behind them, analysing the scene as best they could.

“Get out of here!” Julia insisted to the clan members. “There’s only one now! We can take it from here!”

The clan members decided to follow her advice, even as a few stuck around for a second, before eventually leaving themselves.

“Leave it to the Venators!” Kent exclaimed, ushering the clan further into the camp, before giving an understanding nod to Julia, as Team Valiant focused their efforts on the lone remaining Wailing.

“Do you think you can take it, Essex?” Julia asked, as Essex stared down at her scythe.

“It will not be enough to damage it permanently.” Essex acknowledged. “If the clan could only hold it back, we will need something stronger.”

Julia realised what they needed.

“Sola.” Julia said, turning to her. “We’re gonna need you to hit it.”

“B-But I don’t have my arm-cannons.” Sola noted.

“We’re just gonna have to make do, okay?” Julia said, before pointing to Essex. “Hold it in place until Sola’s ready to fire.”

“Understood.” Essex replied, hopping onto the nearby tree, which managed to break the Wailing out of its trance.

“Harley, Wess, keep an eye on the unconscious one. This could get one-sided again very quick.” Julia said, as they quickly hurried off to monitor it, all while the remaining Wailing swatted at Essex.

Julia gave Sola a reassuring shoulder pat, before stepping out of the way, letting herself build up her Whil to its full potential. The remaining Wailing would have noticed if Essex wasn’t taking every chance she could to draw its attention, swinging as she circled it. The Wailing tried its best to claw at her and the trees she was bouncing off of, but struggled to match her dexterity without its partner.

Sola’s lightning was starting to pick up small objects off the ground, as it formed into a more solid stream of static, giving Essex just enough time to step out of the way and let the Wailing take the full force of it.

However, while Sola’s Whil became as wild and all-consuming as it normally did, the Wailing still managed to slither off to the side, narrowly avoiding the electric barrage by a mere few millimetres.

It watched as it sailed past, tearing through the trees surrounding them before finally slowing down, right as the Wailing stared at Sola, slowly getting her strength back after such a powerful attack.

“Sola, we’re gonna need another shot!” Julia insisted, starting to panic now that the Wailing’s attention was on them. “Harley, Wess, hold it back with Essex! It needs to stay still!”

Harley and Wess quickly went to work, grabbing rocks and sticks to throw at the Wailing, as Essex continued her attacks from before.

The Wailing did its best to dodge, all while it watched Sola build up her Whil intently, as she struggled to regain her strength, especially now that more targets would be hit by her blast.

The Wailing stared at her, waiting until she was just about ready, before managing to slip its way out between Harley and Wess, crawling back over to its partner, still unconscious on the ground. Essex managed to chase after it, as she continued violently swinging at the now unmoving Wailing.

The team were briefly confused by the Wailing’s actions, but fortunately for Sola, she didn’t need to worry about hitting her team anymore, as she re-aimed herself toward it and started to build up more and more power, before firing out toward it with as much strength as she could muster.

Before anyone could see what was going on, the Wailing put the remainder of its energy into picking up its unconscious partner and holding it up, as Sola’s Whil sailed toward them, letting them both take the shock of the lightning together.

Essex, still caught up in chasing after the Wailing, hadn’t acknowledged Sola’s change in direction, as she continued to swing in its direction wildly, only to be caught by the tail end of Sola’s electricity hitting her scythe.

The team stared as the Wailing pair pulsated with the full force of Sola’s Whil, before noticing Essex was now part of the action, panicking them, as it started to die down, leaving the Wailing to stand there rigidly, smoking slightly.

Essex hit the ground soon after, collapsing just beside the Wailing, as the team rushed over to check on her, led mostly by Harley carrying over an exhausted Sola.

Essex quickly came to consciousness and stared at the Wailing beside her, before looking up and seeing Harley and Sola’s faces in deep worry.

“Are you okay?” Harley said, frantically scanning over Essex, while being careful not to touch her.

“I’m...so sorry!” Sola managed. “I-I was...aiming...”

Essex gave them another look, before shaking her head. “I am unharmed. The lightning hit my scythe, but it is fortunately insulated. I wasn’t hurt.”

Sola reached out and grabbed her hand anyway. “Still...we were really worried...”

“Let us know if you’re gonna fight like that, okay?” Harley said, trying to hold back some emotion. “It isn’t fun watching that from the sidelines.”

Essex tried everything she could to look away from them, even if their comfort was truly appreciated after what had just occurred, but she stood up and stepped away, feeling her sudden rush of emotions coming back.

Again.

And again.

And...

“...I must assess the clan.” Essex excused, staring at the ground, before quickly heading off. “Relias.”

Essex hurried away in the direction of the camp, before Julia could call out to her.

“Essex! Where are...geez. That girl.” Julia remarked, as Wess inspected the Wailing. “At least tell us if you’re okay...”

“By Daysend, why did it pick up its companion?” Wess questioned openly, scratching her chin. “They hardly worked as an effective shield...”

“You think it was shielding itself?” Julia asked, as Wess simply gave a non-committal shrug.

“Once again, Sola, your Whil has saved this team from yet another Wailing attack.” Wess commented, as the Wailing carrying the other slowly opened its eyes behind her. “We have to start lifting our game, you gu-”

Before Wess could even react, the remaining Wailing managed to lift itself up, gathering as much strength as it could to carry its still unconscious companion across the ground, further into the Aishanara Forest and out of sight. Right as they started moving, Harley did her best to chase them, before realising they were too far, too fast and too familiar with the terrain.

“Son of a...” She remarked, kicking the ground. “Those bastards were playing possum.”

“So...it wasn’t enough?” Sola asked. “Maybe it did...shield itself with the other one?”

“But why would they just run?” Julia asked, turning to the others. “They started the fight.”

“Perhaps we scared them off. The Aishanara Forest is known for its tough Wailing, so maybe they were being opportunistic.” Wess argued. “They’re used to taking out weaker Venators that come in here, but we just happened to hold them back.”

“Whatever. Let’s make sure Essex and the clan are safe.” Harley suggested, picking Sola up, as they headed back to meet with the others.

———

It had been pretty exhaustive.

Rosalind didn’t enjoy tracking the Wailing, but she wasn’t about to have them wander off and screw up the mission if it meant her head. Plus, she wanted the personal satisfaction of watching Team Valiant getting killed herself.

And she had to be there if they failed.

Rosalind stared at her tablet, checking the icons representing the Wailing for any additional movement. She couldn’t get a read on any of Team Valiant, but the Wailing had no choice in whether they died.

If they pull anything... Rosalind thought, though she was pretty sure they knew better.

Rosalind watched idly, drumming her fingers in need of stimulation, before the tracker on her tablet buzzed slightly, briefly disconnecting the icons indicating where the Wailing were, just to come back a second later.

“Weird...” She remarked, watching as they stood still, probably recovering from their last bout. “These need cameras...I’m bored as shit.”

Rosalind kept her eye on the screen, giving it another minute or two, before the icons started to move again.

“There we go.” Rosalind said, as she saw the icons sailing off further into the forest, almost at shocking speeds. “...wait.”

Rosalind watched them again. They were headed in a straight line, and the speed they were going at clearly meant they weren’t chasing after Team Valiant. Or anything, for that matter. They were just heading further into the forest.

“They’re tryna...” She said, before gritting her teeth. “...fine...fine. If you wanna try this...”

Rosalind reached into her pocket and held her finger on her remote.

“...then this is what you get.”

She pressed it.

And...

…

…

…

...nothing.

Their icons were still moving on the tablet, getting further and further away from herself and Team Valiant, as their connection started to cut out for good.

“What?!” Rosalind yelled, gripping at her tablet. “You little...!”

She pressed the remote over and over again, but nothing came of it.

“How the hell did you...?!” Rosalind cried, just as their icons slowly vanished deeper into the forest, before a message popped up onto the screen.

Signal disconnected.

“Fuck!” Rosalind screamed. “Fuck fuck FUCK! God fucking...!”

She threw her tablet across the ground, cracking it violently, before slamming her foot into her car door, denting it.

“Why?! They’re just one team! Why won’t they die?!” Rosalind yelled. “Fucking Wailing! Do your goddamn job!”

Rosalind threw her car door open and slammed it shut, before banging her head on the wheel.

“...Wicker’s gonna kill me...” Rosalind muttered. “All because...”

She kicked the car again. “No! It was those fucking Wailing! I knew I should have handled it myself...”

She slowly started up the car, before checking her tablet again, desperately hoping the icons had returned.

No such luck.

“...they got away.” Rosalind said to herself. “How was I meant to know they were defective? You designed them, and apparently, they’re useless.”

Rosalind ran her fingers over the wheel again. “You know who suggested it? Jules. She’s always tried to screw with me. Yeah, your precious little ‘assistant’ just lost you two Wailing...”

Rosalind nodded to herself, before sighing deeply and resting her head on the wheel. “...yeah, that’ll work for now.”

Rosalind lifted herself back up and stared out from her perch, nestled in the Aishanara Forest and just outside of Michiri, as she glared at the rest of the forest, vaguely in the direction of Team Valiant.

“...you know who let those Wailing loose in the first place? That Venator team.” Rosalind played out. “Team Valiant. First they tried to attack me, and now they’re interfering with your business again, Wicker.”

Rosalind smirked to herself.

“Oh, but I guess I shouldn’t interfere, right? I’ll just let them keep on running amuck. You know what you’re doing at that academy.”

Rosalind banged her fist on the dashboard in joy.

“Take care of them? Me?...well, when do I start?”

———

“Why were they even here?!”

“They didn’t follow you from your academy, did they?”

“That would no-”

“Typical. A Venator team dragging a bunch of Wailing in from who knows where right to us. And on Tyrian’s Boncala Day...”

“It wasn’t ou-”

“You didn’t provoke them, did you? It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Essex, you know this is Forseca behaviour.”

Essex was out of breath, struggling to take in each complaint, as it was clear the clan around her were still panicked from the Wailing. She tried to assure them that she’d taken care of them, but questions as to why that was even necessary immediately popped up.

“I can’t believe this.” Ross said, finally speaking up. “You know that your scythe holds personal responsibility, as a member and as a Venator. If you can’t keep the Wailing from coming through this camp, then how are we supposed to continue our work?”

Essex had no way to respond, staring at the bitter faces looking toward her, as she made the tough decision and held out her scythe, ready to drop it to the ground.

However, before she could go through with it, Kent quickly joined her side and held her hand shut.

“I’m disappointed.” Kent declared.

She gave the scythe back to Essex proper, before standing in front of her.

“Once again, Essex has managed to hold off the Wailing from killing us. This was her time off, she was unprepared, but her and her team still pulled through.” Kent argued. “Regardless of what you think, this is in no way her fault. She was acting as a member and doing the right thing at the right time. You’re welcome.”

Kent gave the clan a moment to breath, before looking back at Essex. “The least she deserves is an apology.”

Most of the clan stayed silent, save for a few ‘sorry’s’ whispered here and there, as most of the members eyed up Essex, who was hating being the centre of attention.

Kent eventually turned around proper and met Essex’s height, before checking over her.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” Kent asked, as Essex shook her head.

“Muer tinusa. Selamorta no. The body is a vessel.” Essex assured, as Kent sighed out.

“Come on. Let’s check on your team.” Kent said, before realising the clan were still gathered. “It’s still Boncala Day. Peno Decu.”

The other members snapped to attention, as they went about repairing what they could and getting back into the swing of things, before the rest of Team Valiant arrived over the hill, hurrying up to Essex.

“Essex! Are you okay? How’s the clan?” Julia asked, as Kent stepped in.

“It’s all be taken care of.” Kent clarified. “Grela. Thank you for aiding us against the Wailing.”

“Admittedly, we didn’t end up taking them out.” Harley confessed. “But I don’t think they’ll bother you anymore. They seemed pretty adamant about leaving.”

“Regardless, we shouldn’t stay for much longer.” Wess reasoned. “It’s clear we drew their attention, so we’d only be endangering you longer.”

“I...believe it will be fine.” Essex said, stepping forward. “At least to stay for the remainder of Boncala Day. If they return, we will be more prepared this time around.”

“I dunno. Is that okay, Kent?” Sola asked, as Kent looked down at the team, then to Essex.

“Yes. I trust her.” Kent said, before blushing and addressing the others. “A-And you as well. Let’s return to the tent and rest.”

The team happily agreed and followed her back, before Essex tugged on the side of Kent’s robe.

Kent turned to face her, before noticing she was pointing down at her robe, which seemed to have been torn during the battle, as she looked down and clicked her tongue.

“That’s a deep tear. I guess that’s more repair work for me.” Kent remarked, before she noticed Essex removing her own robes and handing them to her.

Kent stared down at the offer.

“Until we return.” Essex assured, holding them out, as Kent glanced at Essex without her robe on, contemplating how she should respond, before just taking them and changing out of her torn one.

“Grela.” Kent said, before they continued.

Essex nodded back. “I am a member. We are meant to help.”

———

While it was cutting their trip short, the team could only stay with the clan in good conscience for the rest of the day. As soon as dawn broke, they made a point to finally finish their trip, hop onto the nearest Flash-Rail and return to the academy.

After a few more hours of travel, they managed to make it back in one piece, just barely opening their dorm door to let themselves in.

“Home sweet...” Julia mumbled, before landing on the team’s couch. “...ugh, I’m so tired.”

“While the idea was solid, Harley, let’s not cram nationwide travelling into two weeks ever again.” Wess argued, collapsing into the seat beside the couch, just as Harley came back through, helping Sola through the door.

“But it was still a good trip, right?” Harley said. “I mean, outside of the Wailing. And...everything that happened in Mareau...”

“And my ‘date’ with Angie...” Essex added, dropping her scythe in her bedroom, before lying on the floor near the lounge, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, Angie was nice.” Sola insisted, sitting on her bed, before curling up. “Unlike those trains...”

“How about next year, we just stay in one place?” Julia offered up, getting a groan of agreement from everyone. “That sounds good...”

Breaking everyone from their trance, a loud knock came from the door with an energetic ring to it.

“I’ll get it.” Harley offered since she was already up, as she opened it to see Joleicia, welcome and beaming.

“Hi guys! Glad to see you’re back!” Joleicia grinned. “And I hope you’re ready for the mid-degree formal!”

The team let out another groan, still refusing to get up, as Joleicia rolled her eyes.

“You guys didn’t fight another Wailing, did you?”