The group managed to quickly kill off the rest of Leon's summons after figuring out that they needed to get rid of them in one fell swoop. But unknown to them, James had already slipped into the shadow of one of the men there without being noticed.
"What the hell were those? I didn't get a kill notification." A lanky man wearing all black clothes and holding a pair of short swords, complained. He went by Dee, a nickname given to him by his friends.
"Shut up, Dee. Those were probably Spirit Summons. There are other strong people here." A burly man named Hank rumbled with a deep, baritone voice. His eyes were hooded and he looked ready to leap at anything that emerged. He was so alert, yet he completely failed to notice the shadowy being that hid within his shadow.
Beside him was another man with bright orange hair and a scar running along his face. A bow and quiver of arrows hung behind him, and he looked around with a lackadaisical attitude. His name was Aaron.
