With most of the Sacramento Arrow gone, either through desertion or death, the Circle of Creation had fallen into disrepair. It was a massive building, one that required constant maintenance to keep it from slowly crumbling in upon itself, and with just herself, a criminal, and an almost absentee member, the Arrow was hard pressed to keep up with the progress entropy had made into their Order's Sanctum. It was a War that they were not winning, could not win, without a lot more time, resources, and man power. Considering the last Consilium hosted in that very building, it wasn't a battle that could be ignored, but Avis didn't know what to do. If she neglected the other aspects of her duties, if she neglected herself to provide for this monolithic construct of stone, then both the Consilium and her Order would suffer. If she didn't improve, if she didn't become better at fighting the War against false reality itself, then ultimately it wouldn't matter if the Circle stood or if it fell, because the enemies of Truth would likely fell her as well as everyone else. Then who would take care of the Circle?
So, for now she did what she could. Today that meant sweeping the sanctuary, an old broom held in her hands, rhythmically sweeping, sweeping, sweeping. There was more fury than vacuity in her technique, more struggle than peace, but still she thought of Jonokuchi as she swept, wondering if he, too, had found his death in Japan.
No answer to that question came, though eventually, a different question appeared, and it appeared in the form of Miach...