Akiol was scrolling through various messages. Due to the sudden change of plans, he had to discuss his plan to take on the undead through messages instead of actual meets. He felt that due to this more people were unwilling to help, but he hoped that the numbers from the Guilds and Torch's mechanical army were enough.
As the date grew ever so close he was finalizing the details with several people. Today, he had to meet with two last groups before the window closed. Waving away the various group chats he was reading through he then crouched to a sitting position. While he waited for the agreed meeting time, there was another issue at hand.
Mira was sliding across the dirt with axe in hand, throwing it forward the moment he began to slow. Givale easily dodged it and fired a handful of arrows, except not towards Mira. Another small kid watched the arrows casually, hair and eyes such a deep blue they seemed black. As the arrows landed they swirled and were absorbed into his body.
