Inside Amestris City, the streets were heavy with silence.
Nijisha led her team through the narrow alleys, their footsteps echoing faintly behind the floating corpse of their captain. Her emerald eyes stayed lowered, her face expressionless, but inside she was seething. The faint, warm scent of roasted sweet potatoes drifted toward her from ahead — a cruel reminder of the very thing that annoyed her most.
He's eating again… she thought bitterly. Even now, he still has the appetite for roasted sweet potatoes.
She had long known the captain's fondness for that smell — ever since their days stationed at Black Tortoise.
Suddenly—
Ta! Ta! Ta!
A sound of hurried footsteps came from the rooftops. A black-robed man leapt down, landing lightly before the floating corpse. His cloak rippled with the night wind.
"Master Fuzi, the dungeon has been breached," he reported, bowing low.
The captain's hollow, raspy voice came from within the decaying flesh. "Who escaped?"
