Eight spies escaped the Dark Stone City's cleanup—abandoning relatives and ancestral roots to flee north. Each followed a separate road, but they only had one direction in mind: the Soul Refining Hall's headquarters. Lost in their desperate race, two of the disheveled eight didn't spot the tiny white moths hugging their napes and pouring venom into microscopic wounds. There was over 100 km between the Dark Stone City and the Soul Refining Hall's headquarters. None of them was getting there tonight, and while they found spots to hide and catch their breaths, the venoms kicked in, stopping the unfortunate two's hearts.