The next day...
In a certain lab, where there were people, men and women of different ages were seemingly grinding and mixing in some large pots, and continued to move. The pot contained a strange black liquid, however, despite its color, it has no smell. The people's eyes were tired and dull and it seemed all hope was already lost for them. They completely looked like puppets who didn't have any of their wills despite still living.
"Deven, you're back?"
"They escape," Deven said, with a monotonous tone. His face remained neutral.
"You let those scholars escape? Hah!" Tyreck, one of his comrades that was wearing a red mask as well, looked extremely pissed.
"Someone with a teleportation talisman helps them," Deven said, who didn't even flinch when Tyreck got angry. "I just reported it to you, I'll continue searching about them again." He walked out of the room without bothering to wait for Tyreck's response.
