Anthony, Vega, and Veronica appeared within the familiar room where the entire team usually gathered. Inside, Reynold, Dale, Seraphim, Kingsley, Spectre, and Clement could be seen seated, each of them immersed in their own preparations for the upcoming mission.
Everyone was preparing in their own distinct manner. Kingsley, who didn't wield a conventional weapon, or rather, whose very existence was considered a weapon, sat with one leg crossed over the other, his arms folded across his chest, exuding a calm yet powerful presence.
Clement, shrouded in his characteristic cloak of swirling darkness, remained still, almost as if meditating. Spectre sat with his katana resting lightly across his lap, his eyes closed in silence, as though patiently waiting for the signal to move.
Dale and Reynold, meanwhile, were polishing their weapons with visible anticipation on their faces, both men eager to finally confront and annihilate the cult they loathed.
