Celestia sits in her office, her lips pressed against her fisted hands and her baggy eyes staring at the doorway, phone flipped upside down so she does not see whatever message was sent to her. Footsteps and voices are heard outside. The steps sound disciplined, but the voices are easygoing, like old friends talking. The clock above the doorway tick and the phone on her desk flashes red, displaying 42 missed calls. In front of her is a thick folder with the Academy's seal and an old cup of tea.

The voices and steps stop outside, and seconds later there is a knock on the door.

“Come in,” says Celestia.

Kibitz enters the room and closes the door behind him before approaching Celestia.

“Celestia, Team BLAK is back from their operation,” says Kibitz when he is at her desk.

Celestia nods and feigns a smile. “Thank you. Let them in.”

Kibitz nods and leaves the room. A moment later he returns with a group of four trailing him. All of them are wearing their uniform of green blazers, trousers and skirts with white shirts, and either a red necktie or bolo tie as well as stockings for the two women on their team.

Leading them is Balsam Gilead, a tall man with with cropped silver hair and dark tan skin. Next to him is his right hand man, Larix Conifer, a thickly built man with spiked, green hair and a robotic hand. Then there is Abies Evergreen; she is the tallest of their group and has a thin stature and light brown skin and her dark hair is tied into a bun. Lastly is Kesyia, who also has light brown skin, but she is the smallest of the group and has her hair braided.

Their hardened and scarred faces are nowhere near their innocent stages when they first began their careers as Hunters and Huntresses. Celestia remembers them without their cold, darkened eyes, their faces free of scars and all of them smiling for the camera when they got their official badges. Their eagerness to fight and the glee from graduating is something that she cannot forget. But seeing this batch now leaves a cold stone in her stomach. However, she does not have time to reminisce on the past, and seeing as how she got no word of Discord in cuffs, she has a sick feeling that the mission did not go as planned.

“Was Discord there?” asks Celestia.

Balsam shakes his head. “No, Mom. The place was abandoned and all the electronics were melted, but he left something behind, addressed to you specifically.” He places the box on the table and steps away with his hands behind his back. “It was already scanned and nothing harmful was found.”

Celestia opens the box, but when she sees what is inside, she freezes and stares at the object inside, wide eyed and pale.

“What is it?” asks Abies.

Celestia picks up a mangled, burnt toy plane and holds it out for the others to see. Team BLAK and Kibitz stare at it, confused and some heads cocked to the side.

“Is that a plane?” asks Kesyia.

“Weird... What do you think it means?” asks Larix.

Celestia slumps in her seat and slowly turns the burnt plane in her hand, her eyes reddening and a tear sliding down her cheek.

“It means that Discord is not who we thought he was,” says Celestia.

A metal door slides open and Discord walks in with light feet and a satisfied smile. His cane taps in tune with his steps in perfect harmony, and when he enters a room, a bright light turns on, blinding him for a moment, but when his eyes adjust to the light he is greeted with a flag pinned to the wall. The flag has an eye inside a triangle with a red star at the tip, and below in calligraphy is: To Preserve and Prosper.

Sitting in front of the flag, by a table with a flat screen monitor on it, is a copper skinned man with silky black hair tied into a ponytail, wearing dark sunglasses and a dark suit with a red tie and cuffs. Next to him is a female who is around the man's age, has the same skin color, but her hair has been dyed to a dark cerulean and her dark opal eyes are surrounded by an opal eye shadow. Her dress is made of dark fabric with a dark green corset and belt with the top revealing, and her knee high boots are also dark with green shoelaces. And sitting in a corner, tied up with a gag is a nerdy man with his white dress shirt wet and stinking of sweat.

“You must be the agents I was told about,” says Discord.

“Discord, you are late,” says the female with a voice cold like a night in an arctic dessert.

“Are we dropping code names? That's good!” chirps Discord. “Snookums, Sombrero, random guy, it is nice to see you.”

The man in the sunglasses raises a brow and “Snookums” growls, but before she can say thing the monitor flashes on and Abaddon's silhouette appears.

“Belial, I am pleased to see you after the fiasco at the pier. But despite the setbacks, you have proven worthy,” says Abaddon.

Discord smirks and inspects his fingernails. “Thank you. I try.”

“But past actions have not reversed my decision. Sombra and Chrysalis will still be involved, as well as my other agents, but because of your success Phase Two of Resurgence is now in effect. Contact me again when the mission is successful.”

The screen flashes off and Discord grins and rubs his hands together, giggling.

“Excellent. Let's get back to work.”