Less than five hours had passed since Ralph's miraculous return to the Dawnless stronghold, yet the air was already thick with the scent of impending war.
The organization mobilized with ruthless efficiency, as a tide of vengeance surging forth.
Only the 6th and 5th-star members followed Baines into battle, their faces set with grim determination, while the third executive remained behind to oversee the lower ranks, his expression with that of unease.
'Baines what happened to you?" The once cheerful boy Ralph had known was gone, replaced by a figure of anger and vengeance.
Even as they marched, silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the crunch of boots on the rocky terrain.
For the two executives and Wick, Baines's words were sparse, even countable on one hand. So it wasn't strange Baines wasn't saying anything.
