In the southern frontier was a fortress that divided the New World into separate halves. The structure loomed over the desolate battlefield, its walls made from black steel.
It was the headquarters of the Third Division, SIGIL Block 3.
"Hey, did you hear?" A Jaeger muttered, earning the annoyed grunt of his colleague. "Hear what exactly?"
"A member of Block 7 will be temporarily joining us."
"Wait, what? You sure about that?" His colleague widened their eyes, dumbfounded by the news. These past few weeks, Block 7 has met controversy after controversy.
Whether it'd be the tribunal of its leader, the strongest of humanity, Alastsair Glass, or the destruction of the SIGIL Headquarters in Staten Island, New York.
Members of Block 7 became omens of disaster in the New World.
"Yeah, I heard that it would be the one who went to the northern fringes and massacred the remnants of the Shadow Division."
