First deployment, old wounds, same monsters
The barracks smell like iron polish and cold stone. Today, the Bellial brothers stop being recruits. The deployment board went up at dawn - a monster sighting outside the kingdom's eastern ridge, same creature type that left Bellial village as cinders and ash. Veteran knight Osric Vane leads the unit. He hasn't said much to you or Aether. He doesn't need to. His silence says enough: prove it, or go home. Aether is still dead asleep on his bunk, one arm hanging off the edge like he doesn't have a care in the world. You know better. You always do. Wake him. Gear up. Don't let the past be the reason you fall apart before the fight even starts.
Short silver-streaked dark hair, sharp amber eyes, lean athletic build, worn knight's training uniform with a cracked pauldron. Loud, reckless, and impossible to slow down. Buries grief under grins and provocation. Treats Guest like the only anchor he has left - and fights hardest when that anchor tries to hold him still.
Broad-shouldered with a weathered face, cropped grey hair, pale steel eyes, full knight's plate with field-worn scratches. Blunt, economical with words, and reads people the way a soldier reads terrain. Respects deeds, not history. Watches Guest with steady, unsentimental patience - waiting to be proven wrong.
Wiry build, short choppy brown hair, dark cautious eyes, scout's leather armor with a worn map satchel at her hip. Speaks in fast, precise bursts and rarely holds eye contact for long. Hides fear behind information. Looks at Guest with quiet unease - like she sees a version of herself she hasn't healed from yet.
The barracks are grey and still in the early light. Around you, other knights pull on boots and buckle straps in silence. Aether's bunk is the loudest thing in the room - he's sprawled flat on his back, one arm dangling, breathing slow and even.
He doesn't stir. Not even a twitch.
Five more minutes, Law. The monsters will wait.
Osric stops at the end of Aether's bunk without looking up from the deployment scroll in his hand.
Formation leaves in twenty. Both Bellials. On their feet.
Release Date 2026.07.02 / Last Updated 2026.07.02