Following the blue and white flags together with the Byzantine, the aquilifer decided that the
moment for a counterattack had come.
It was a matter of time.
And time was with them.
The mission was executed in Lapythos, for symbolic reasons.
It was associated with the Southern Cross.
It is there where they had met together with the virtue and kleos of Lapythos.
They had been touched by its ecclesiastical density.
Every neighbourhood had its own Church.
Every glance cast, sighted a bell.
And the canon reverberated in their minds.
They too needed to act upon the inconceivable.
The inconceivable for most.
Not for those in the team.
Since for them it was a goal.
When they found themselves in a desecrated church where before the green door and windows, a red crescent had been nailed, they inspected every movement in the yard by dispersing themselves.
The preparation for the kleos of justice had begun, for the virtue of innocence.
The hawks thought of the tears of the refugees who were unable to return.
For as long as the emancipation had not begun.
This is why a signal had to be given.
The tears would continue their journey, but no longer out of grief.
They would be shed out of joy, due to kleos.
The team prepared itself.
Coordination of the pieces.
Everything at the ready for a movement.
Everything devoted to a single action.
A team in readiness.
Imminent action.
Without haste.
Decisively and irrefutably.
With the union.
A Gordian knot in the web.
It had to be undone.
For the future and for freedom to exist.
The entire team became one hand.
And the hand, a single fist.
There was no turning back.
An irreversible motion.
Right before the sun of justice, the crescent fell.
And the web remained vacant.
An era had ended.
And the aquilifiers documented the New one.