A perfect silky shadow spilled out from its hiding spot in a rabbit's hole underneath the ground, dyeing the frosted grass with its lightless darkness before a jet-black-haired older man emerged
from within it, holding unconscious George by the collar of his shirt.
"We have a traitor amongst the ranks... who would have thought... Was that the reason for Rethaq's disappearance...?"
The jet-black-haired man snickered evilly, as his eyes gleamed with fury when he thought about the beloved comrade that he lost – the only member of the Ghosts of Bellcephora he truly trusted.
"Commander – it's me, sorry for breaking the curfew, but I found someone with similar power to the target who erased Evorietto."
The older man called out, looking down and causing his hand to turn into a clump of murky darkness.
"You are not above the command chain, Kiorterell."
The older man was answered by a low, strict voice that didn't sound as if it cared much about his findings.
