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Winter had finally come to Radasanth.

Snowflakes whipped and whirled on the northerly wind. They danced beneath the luminescence of thick clouds that were illuminated by the pink hues of an urban sunset, and as some of them landed on the cobbles of the emptying streets below, they swiftly dissolved into streaking tears of water. Those that didn’t gradually piled up a blanket of white purity that covered the pavement.

Wrapped in the heady warmth of his white greatcoat, Shinsou walked against the cold wind. Frosty vapour from his breath soared to freedom, fogging a trail across his calm features. Only a few people stirred on the streets at this time (mostly consisting of market traders packing up for the day), and even less seemed to be moving to and from his destination, the almighty Citadel. As the embracing heavens slowly showered him in white, the Telgradian had one prevailing thought.

Felicity.

He could feel her within the city, moving towards the great bastion of battle itself. With each step, the essence of her soul drifted into his sense. A wisp on the wind, or perhaps a permanent candle-flame flickering at the end of its wick.

Shinsou smiled. She’d received his letter, which had been a bit of a rambling mixture of apologies and promises about the future. There was no doubt in his mind that he had not been the most attentive of teachers in the last few months, but there had been unforeseen circumstances. He and Storm had been entirely preoccupied with stopping Arius Mephisto, who was now dead, and dealing with he fallout of the destruction of Whitevale. It assuaged his guilt somewhat that both of these matters simply had to take priority, but the Telgradian realised he now had to make up for lost time.

He had promised Felicity the opportunity to show him how much she had learned, and has asked her to face him in the Citadel for a second time. As he thought about this, the Telgradian didn’t even notice the two shadows step from behind him.

“I’d stop if I were you,” a coarse voice accosted Shinsou’s attention from the rear, the accent heavy and tarnished. He stopped, and turned, on a dime.

“Empty your pockets, unless you want gutting.” The second voice snorted in equally disdainful tone. Between the hapless pair, the Brotherhood’s leader sneaked a silent glance at the looming shapeless hulks.

This isn’t going to go the way you think it will, Shinsou mused.

“Did you hear me?” The man repeated.

“Maybe he’s deaf?” This time, the second man prodded a knife at Shinsou’s stomach, followed by more insistent gestures with the blade. “How about we make you under-“

Without warning, Enpera’s blade rushed over his face, cleaving it clean in two with a single precise strike. The snowdrifts behind the unfortunate mugger blew apart in tall plumes of obfuscating steam. A scream of agony echoed through the white. The first man reared at the sight of the slashed flesh, then bolted in panic as he caught the sight of something infinitely more dangerous. Only by abandoning the robbery did the wanderer survive the single dark lance of roiling death hovering within Enpera Kurohitsugi’s portal, and as the world about him dissolved into utter panic, the unfortunate thief vanished from sight.

Shinsou touched his face for the briefest of breaths, wiping the blood spatter from his cheeks. He immediately rolled the carcass of the first man from the pavement with his boot, ignoring the protestations of several passers by, and silently continued through the Citadel’s gates.