In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, where the towering trees intertwined their gnarled limbs to form an impenetrable canopy, a group of black-robed assassins moved with a silent grace.
Cloaked in shadows and concealed by the ethereal veil of the forest, they had become one with the night itself. The leaves rustled softly beneath their leather-clad feet as they advanced towards a clearing bathed in moonlight, guided by a sinister purpose.
They saw a group of young geniuses preparing to feast as they cooked Feral Beast meat.
It appeared like they were celebrating something, but the assassins didn't care, wanting to make this feast something that these people wouldn't dare to forget, even if they were to somehow escape.
"…!"
However, the enigmatic voice of a woman echoed.
The leader of the assassins' gaze fell on a white-robed woman who stood apart from the rest.
