The cold eyed woman stood with a still expression for a few seconds, as she gazed at the remains of the dead Cyclopean Chimeric Beast. There wasn't much left other than a few bones, but the crater told them a lot about what had happened.
"Your majesty, looks like our initial suspicion of someone being here weren't unwarranted." A man dressed in a black robe spoke while kneeling.
His face was covered just like all the other black robed individuals. All that could be seen was his dark brown eyes along with a small fin shaped motif that was woven into the chest.
The other black robed people didn't have this fin motif, instead they all had fish scale headbands that they wore over their headgear.
Those that had been present at the Tournament of the Four Guardian beasts would quickly recognize them to all be members of the Black Fin Island.
"How many people do we have left here?" The cold eyed woman questioned.
