[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]

The group started their walk back, making their way back to the city after ensuring the no-mans-land was clear. Disappointing really, no follow up scramble, no attempt at surrender, just not one single demon in sight to vivisect and butcher. Instead they were going backwards, not one step forward, just crawling back behind the safe walls instead of following up on their supposed great victory. Moral was high amongst the angels, and even the most dim-witted of military officers would be able to suss out that another attack could cripple them.

But alas, Flos was confined to join those on the same duty back into friendly territory, frustrated by the cowardice shown from all sides. It tempted him to go rogue and head back into the field alone, but he knew the consequences and quite frankly, he at least wanted to see Mazreal is some form, dead or alive, that was the end goal. He looked at everyone around him, and as expected the focus was away from the black sheep.

He'll find a way to head back into fights, he just needed to buy some time and be patient, and if it didn't work then his fellow comrade will be proven wrong.
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