Freedom and Perfection

A sunny day in the Videfell capital of Kasheran. A beautiful day. In the dark halls of the royal palace, the tower of which the Triumvirate meet was missing a member. The eight-foot tall woman known as the Indra glanced at her half-horse comrade, the Varuna "Still no word from Agni?" Varuna shook his head "No." Indra grimaced "It seems our plan to keep out of the affairs of the other realms is crashing down. First Agni wants to reclaim a stolen relic far beyond our reach, next we hear of an Akihiro having a secret established base in our realm. What could possibly be next?" Varuna's eyes faltered "We've recieved word that some of our reassignment camps have been getting... liberated. Rather violently. It seems a pair of Soul Reapers have been burning them down, freeing the rebels I have been desperately capturing." Indra took an interest in this "You don't say? Could it be they are declaring war on us? I find no other reason behind doing this."