"Gah!" A man got knocked out from behind and fell to the ground, unconscious. The person who knocked him down was none other than Dimitri.
"This makes it 52. To think there are so many spies in this city. If we open the main city, that number is going to surpass it easily. Even during the migration, we have to kill close to a hundred people." Dimitri muttered in a low voice as his shadow began to devour the body.
"Dimitri. Another one for you." Harley walked from the opposite side, dragging another body. He tossed it into the shadow so that Dimitri could absorb him.
"How many spies are there?"
"I don't know. Our job is to kill them so that there won't be any chance of them ruining this ceremony." Harley shook his head. He had lost count of how many people he had eliminated as well.
"Indeed." Dimitri nodded in agreement.
"When is the train supposed to come?"
