AFTERMATH OF THE FESTIVAL (II)

AT AN unknown island, Dreich Gallere's main headquarters.

Viper was sitting on top of the roof of his wooden cabin.  It was situated on top of a hill surrounded by a lush forest.  This was his own personal spot here in this island.  Every member of Dreich Gallere with a code name was given their own space in this island.  They could choose whatever part of the island they wanted.  This was the space he chose.  

He was currently playing a video call he saved.  It was from Argent, of course.

His sweetheart's silver hair was slightly pulled back, showing his clear forehead.  There were slight dark circles under his purple eyes, showing how tired he must be.  But even tired, and probably also sleep-deprived, he could still manage to take his breath away.