Andrews stood calmly atop the bell tower, a faint glow shrouding him as his white robes fluttered in the wind blowing from the Laos District.
Beneath the crimson moon, a mysterious golden marking faintly emerged on his arm, as if to face the red moon directly.
'Ales Kilibali...'
He knew the Director of the Secret Investigation Department better than almost anyone in the city-state. Ales was upright, brave, and passionate, often making shocking moves—some of which were even considered blasphemous.
For instance, the ominous child who could seal the forbidden item 1-83, the Demon Clown, at birth. Or his housing of heretics within the Secret Investigation Department's Detention Area. And so on...
'Thankfully, it's all over, Ales.'
Andrews lowered his head, gazing at the Holy Professionals clad in armor below Krimms Cathedral, their faces grim.
"Protect!"
"Dawn!"
