The Knights of Matsumoto stood in front of the palace, their faces showing different degrees of expression. Some of them wore calculating looks, some looked hopeful, and some could not hide their bitterness. Their world had been turned upside down overnight when their Company Captains went to Akatsuki, and now it's changing again.
Tiber stood to the side and watched all of this with sharp, dark eyes. He was feeling some complications as well. All his life, he had always liked the way he was mostly in the shadows; even his power is a reflection of this.
He loved to support from behind, but now, Vale was directly pushing him forward.
He sighed as he watched Vale's straight back, his hair an untamed darkness that fluttered with winds of its own. His red eyes rested on everything he looked at with an almost invisible weight.
He looked down on the Knights below without saying anything for a while. Beside him, just a step behind, stood Slya, Valtor, and Eryndor. The Flagbearers.
