Ghost was in the middle of reviewing the results of their project when he felt that his men had returned already. He can't help but raise an eyebrow at how fast they had returned. He stood up and left the documents on his desk to open the window where several dark silhouettes entered one by one.
They lined up like obedient children and waited for their master to speak. "You've returned early, did you find something?" he returned to his seat and folded his hands on top of the desk.
"Traces of magic, we went to the places where they had stayed and to the place where they fought with the mercenaries and found traces of magic still lingering," a deep guttural voice sounded from one of them. Ghost suddenly became interested at what they had found.
