New Mylo's streets were bustling with energy amidst the harsh rays of the sun boring down onto the townsfolk. Despite the town's tragic history, people seem to be in high spirits as they walked at their own pace, creating small talk with one another.

The marshals, once despised for their supposed act of cowardice, were now respected as the figures of authority and maintaining peace, and the center of it all was Javid himself.

"Team B3, monitor the outskirts of the town, make sure that no Miramon will breach out defenses. Team D8, ensure that those injured in the previous attack are treated in the infirmary."

Javid spoke in a firm voice, keeping a firm grip on his large sword as he sent the marshals towards their own respective duties.