In the alleys of Florence City, the Black Robed Wizards had disappeared without a trace, but the Black-armored soldiers continued their busy work. As the snow fell heavier, their movements became more rapid.
Eventually, the Black-armored soldiers cleared all the bodies, cleaned up the entire battlefield, making it impossible for anyone who came later to detect any sign of what had happened.
After completing their tasks, the Black-armored soldiers silently left the alley like ghosts, as if they had never existed. They quickly made their way to the streets, now covered by the relentless snow, with hardly a soul in sight, everything swathed in white.
At one end of the street, the sound of numerous footsteps approached; on closer inspection, it was an innumerable number of Black-armored soldiers marching swiftly.
The squad of Black-armored soldiers that emerged from the alley did not hesitate and merged into the main force, like a drop of water joining the ocean.
