The night had barely shifted when the others came down from the Sanctum Nova.
The ramp extended again, steel groaning faint as it lowered. One by one, the rest of Class Zero stepped into the open air.
Reia was first, blades crossed on her back, her eyes sharp as they swept over the towering walls ahead. She didn't speak at first. She just stood there, the barren wind pulling at her hair, her gaze locked on the fortress that hadn't been there hours ago.
Vyn followed slower. Dark robes brushing along the dust, black eyes unreadable. She looked at the walls, the towers, the sheer size of it all, and for once, her expression shifted. Not much. Just the faintest crease of her brow.
Silas came behind her, his coat snapping in the wind, arms folded. He gave a low whistle, head tilting back as he scanned the spires climbing into the sky. The faint red and gold runes glowing along the ribs reflected in his eyes.
