Deep inside an isolated space pocket hid the headquarters of the Crimson Assassins, few people knew of the existence of this pocket space.
It was from inside this pocket space that Geralt watched the ongoing war.
Through a black crystal ball that emitted concentrated shadow energy, he was able to watch as Grade C Superhumans were slaughtered. At this moment, he had a grim look on his face as he watched Clown's Bio-Monstrosities rampage.
"What do you think?"
"We can't stay idle; this is a threat to our very existence".
"Norman does not know of the location of our pocket space".
The figure in the darkness seemed to be surprised. "Geralt, did decades of staying in this pocket space ruin your perception of the world?"
"If he wins, Norman will never stop till every Grade C Superhuman in the planet submits to him, there's no place for outcasts like us".
