Red, the Blood of Angry Men
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Soldiers branded with epithets of color... These are the hellspawn of "G".
Vincent’s feet crunch through the pure snow as he steps, his cape flowing in the breeze that chills him to the bone. The words from that final G Report echo throughout his mind as his crimson eyes scan across the horizon at the pristine landscape. He’d given up his search for the one responsible for the creation of the Tsviets—the one from whose cells those demons were spawned—when his searches below Midgar proved fruitless.
Regardless, occasionally his mind still lingers on it. He may still be out there, an unknown threat from whom more Tsviets may be formed. The mysterious ‘G’...
He never found Weiss’s remains either, but Vincent was less concerned with that detail. Omega undoubtedly disintegrated any remains that may have otherwise been found. His eyes scan across the horizon once more, this time noticing a red blemish in the snow.