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No, if the Vanguard was going to win this war or "turn the tide," it would most likely be through logistical adaptation. Proper, intelligent planning and reorganizing. And despite how much he hated the Vanguard, Zeff hoped those bastards still at least understood that much.

If the cowboys were running the show after the loss of so many top officers at Uego, then they were already doomed. The Vanguard itself might've been ancient, and Zeff was sure that it would endure no matter what kind of idiots took over, but that didn't mean it couldn't still lose the war and be sent into hiding for the next century.

Not to mention the millions upon millions of lives that would be lost all over Eloa.

Agh.

The fact that, even now after everything they'd put him and his kin through, he still had to root for the sons of bitches to win... that just made Zeff hate them even more.

The rooftop of the Ruby 88 was as luxurious as Zeff had ever seen. A kempt garden lined a gazebo, stone footpath, and hot tub. Palm trees and tall bushes shielded the area from the wind, as did a tall fence. If not for the military personnel standing around, armed to the teeth, Zeff might have thought they'd come to the wrong place.

There was plenty of space for them to land, but Dimas decided to set everyone down in a tight cluster regardless. With so many strangers around, it was probably for the best.

From the wall of black-clad soldiers arrived one larger than all the others, a man that could rival even Salvador Delaguna in terms of height and weight. A few of the Rainlords glanced over at Salvador, as if wondering if some unspoken challenge was about to be made between them.

Salvador, for his part, looked entirely unfazed.