"Who knows? No one can guess what he's thinking. Maybe he has plenty of other special preparations. We're just one of them." The "bear" turned his face toward him and spread his hands.
Fingel von Frings.
"You...?" Angers stepped out of the shadows, the Folding Knife in his hand.
"But he put it pretty bluntly. Want to hear it?" Fingel said. "Let me think, how did it go... The so-called indomitable will and human dignity can be erased in just a generation or two. Only the weapons placed in your hands give you a reason to stand. Sounds pretty inspiring."
"Where are the flames?" Angers asked.
"They've gone out, of course." Fingel stood and brushed the dust off himself.
Fingel raised his right hand. Only then did Angers make out the pitch-black long blade in his hand, completely hidden in the darkness. It seemed to be a copy of the weapon Lu Mingfei used, but just as Fingel had said, its flames had gone out.
"Do the flames going out signify his death or defeat?" Angers frowned.
"More or less. Anyway, he said he prepared three Nibelungen around the world. Think of them as oversized Ice Cellars, though the collections are a bit more basic," Fingel said.
"I received no intelligence about any large-scale movement of supplies." Angers remained puzzled.
Fingel pointed at the screen behind him. "The things stored separately in the core command repository are also what will be broadcast to the whole world. Three sets in total: 'Alchemical Craftsman's Crafting Notes,' 'Dragon Blood Warrior's Incantation Book,' and 'The Nature of Elements and Laws.' Those are the weapons he meant. He said these things would be enough to allow humans and Hybrids to retain the ability to survive under the worst circumstances."
"Our Executive Officers in various countries