The first thing greeting Oliver was a white-dressed soldier with a blade thrust through his stomach. He made a pained face and gurgled the last of his life as he fell to his knees. Behind him was Asch, ever the shadow of death, his foot braced against the man's back so that he could pull out his sword.

He hesitated to sheathe his sword. "Oliver?" His voice was thick with disbelief, perhaps a bit higher since he was caught off guard. "What are you doing here?!"

Well, this looked bad, didn't it?

Surrounding them were grassy plains, and in the distance a plateau of some sort. The sky was a bright, clear blue, and the iridescent Fonbelt was visible in the sky.

There were also three other dead soldiers, but that was beside the point.