"We lost contact of the Vessel," a cloaked woman said to the Bishoppe.
The man was facing the window as he sighed and turned to the woman. "Tell Dante and Cain, but not Alpha. Don't tell them all at once."
"Right away, Bishoppe," the woman nodded and vanished like a shadow. There was a faint black mist that exited the Bishoppe's room and it fled outside the castle that the Bishoppe was on.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"It's open," the Bishoppe announced after hearing the knocks on the door. It was his good friend, Bishoppe Warren.
"Bishoppe Warren," Edmund greeted. "What brings you here?"
"I have heard the news about the latest Stryker," Warren said as a greeting. "You were the most fond of it, weren't you, Bishoppe Edmund?"
"I was only fond of the brain, Warren," Edmund sighed. "And you can stop the formalities. It's not like we haven't known each other for decades."
