When Ashur first realized the black sheet inside the box in the command center was destroyed, it was dawn. He had been compiling the weekly reports to be submitted to the Guildmaster, but he never thought that the report he submitted later would be wholly different.
For a full minute, he just stood there, feeling his blood freeze as he convinced himself again and again that he wasn't hallucinating.
But the black sheet was still gone; the remaining ash pooling inside the box as a reality check.
He remembered how they tore the sheet in jest, talking about the end of the world and whatnot should this black sheet be truly destroyed. But what is this? It was only the beginning of the fourth day since Trinity's best squad made their way, but a catastrophe already befell them.
With a pounding heart, Ashur allowed himself time to take a deep breath and calm himself. Only after he could raise his hand without trembling did he call his deputy, Iore.
