Another of the pesky Ochu shrilled in fright as the cold gales coursed throughout its body, and fell limp on the ground. Pyreflies ignited from its body, slowly fading into nothing until the body vanished. Satisfied with his work, Glenn sheathed his swords, giving a sigh. No matter how many fiends he had slain, nothing seemed to make him get over the feelings from before all of this.

It had been a few days since Glenn had dropped off Garnet at Alexandria, and in that time, he had stood guard for Garnet along with many others, while she mourned. He had said nothing else, only talking when spoken to. It was odd, for he blended in perfectly, but the situation had clouded his once solitary mind. Losing a friend was never easy, but at least here, she could be safe, or so he hoped. Garnet however wasn't as defenseless as some led her to believe, and he knew that as well. If anything, the assassin should fear her instead of the other way around.

But at the very least, he was allowed a parting gift: armor. Over the course of his adventure, Glenn had never found the right armor he needed for battle, but Alexandria had so many to choose from. As of now, he wore silver armor, fashioned like that of the legendary Dragoons many years ago. It was durable, but at the same time, light as a feather thanks to the magics within.

And so he simply resumed his hunt for Sephiroth, and after hearing some more words from others within the castle walls, Kuja as well. Both would no doubt prove to be his most challenging fight in years, and so the need to become stronger was at the all-time high. Without Garnet's magics helping him, he was in for a rough ride...