In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Weiss wore a white coat with the hood over his spikey hair, his swords were also hidden behind the cloak and he was wearing long, plain white pants with a black sash around the waist. The man had decided to have a break from what he would normallly do at Malifecents old castle's library and had decided to just go out to town, have a quick look around if he knew anybody and look for something to do, but boy was he surprised when he went around the corner of the alleyway he was at, a woman with a sword, a crown and all, she looked familiar.
Weiss approached cautiously, staring directly at her with a hand on his sword just incase he had to defend himself. He walked up, with his current get up the only thing that kept him looking like himself (Weiss) and that was his physique, but then anyone cool look like him body wise if they put enough effort into it. Weiss the Immaculate began to speak to the woman in a serious monotone.
Argento stood with her back against a wall, her demeanour appeared silent, how like her. In her thoughts words were discussed, though none were uttered by those thin pink lips of hers. "Is the day so young?" she murmured, her eyes gazing up at the sky with solace within them.
Instead of her usual silver coat, she wore something entirely different, a black and silver cloak with a hood placed over her head, just barely hiding her crown and the rest merely hiding what her coat kept hidden all the time, her Tsviet uniform that she preferred not to expose.
Suddenly, a voice caught her attention, one that sent a shiver down her spine, but yet a strange leap in her heart, but not one of love, one of alarm. With a slient grunt, the young woman turned her body, only to become face to face with...
"Emperer Weiss," she spoke formally, though her expression clearly seemed surprised. A wave of relief coursed through her, at least she knew he was alright... then again, was he ever? Even from the start? No, that for another time, right now... Weiss was here, emporer of the Tsviets. Argento was always known for her 'emotional' nature, but not as much now. She cared for Weiss, so she was glad to see him still alive.
She nodded her head respectfully to him. "It is good to see you again, Emperor Weiss," she spoke sincerely.
