Strife moved the prints to his pocket, and relying completely on instinct, battled the surrounding dragons with unrelenting force. However, the guards kept coming no matter how many he defeated. Suddenly, when all seemed hopeless, Strife felt a strange power building up inside of him. Without warning, the power released itself in the form of a great wave of energy that seemed to pulse out into every corner of the room. Not being one to wait for more forces to come, Strife ran back into the lobby, crouched down, and shot into the air through the intricate skylight above, smashing it into innumerable pieces. While suspended in midair, he expanded his wings to their full, glorious size and flew back to headquarters.
On the way back, Strife wondered how he had summoned the incredible blast. "I've never heard of such a thing before, but nonetheless I was lucky that it happened when it did," he thought out loud. Once back at Avalanche, Strife was introduced to the entire group. The leader of the group, the one he had talked to when he first got there, turned out to be Wallace. The other members were Kisaragi, a hydra who currently had three heads; Vincent, a colossus who 'greeted' him with a disinterested snort; and Lockheart, a wyvern like himself. Later that night, Strife's new team initiated him into the group and congratulated him on a job well done.
"Wallace doesn't usually give out such difficult jobs to beginners," one of Kisaragi's heads noted. "Heck, compared to your mission, mine was like helping an old dragon across the street." added another head.
"So how did you do it?!" Exclaimed Lockheart, her eyes open wide.
"I'll tell tell you all about it tomorrow," Strife said in a sleepy voice. Right now, I just want to go to bed." And with that, they all retired to their rooms to sleep.