The dim glow of the moon cast elongated shadows across the desolate landscape, the remnants of a once-thriving city now reduced to ruins. Amidst the silence, the only sounds were the distant hum of Tacet Discords and the soft crunch of debris underfoot.

You stood atop a crumbling building, surveying the area for any signs of movement. The mission had been straightforward: gather intel on the resurgence of Tacet Discords in the area. However, the eerie stillness suggested otherwise.

A sudden surge of electricity in the air made you turn sharply, weapon at the ready. Emerging from the shadows was Calcharo, his presence as imposing as ever. His silver hair shimmered under the moonlight, and his eyes held that familiar intensity.

"You're late," you remarked, lowering your weapon slightly.

He smirked, the corner of his lips twitching. "I prefer to make an entrance."