Broken Dawn Camp.
A single armoured truck slowly approached the wooden camp from the east, moving with a steady rhythm and leaving nothing but dust in its wake.
Inside sat an individual—a man you could only describe as a small giant. He had blue eyes and spiky dark hair, wore loose clothing, and his hands were almost as large as those of three people joined together.
He held a small coffee cup that looked extremely tiny in his grasp as he sipped slowly.
In front of him sat another person—bald, dressed in a black tuxedo that practically screamed I am a butler.
"Remind me why we are heading to the Kairos camp again?" he asked, wearing a lost expression.
The butler sighed. "It appears, sir Dante, wasn't paying attention during the briefing."
He was long accustomed to his master's personality. Dante strongly disliked social gatherings and preferred being on the battlefield instead.
"Could you please go over it again?" Dante said, sipping his coffee slowly.
