In the dimly lit hall of the Blood Clan, a sense of tension hung in the air. Members moved about, their faces drawn with concern as they spoke in hushed tones. Suddenly, a member walked up to the higher-ups and bowed respectfully.
"Reporting to the council, four of our members have been killed during the mission," he said, his voice low and deferential.
The council members sat on their thrones, their faces inscrutable behind their masks. They listened to the report with stoic expressions, giving away no hint of emotion. This was not the first time such a report had been given, and they knew that such missions came with risks.
"Who is responsible for this?" one of the council members asked, his voice cold and menacing.
"We assume that they are killed by the target. The target is a disciple of the Celestial Harmony Sect, Orion," the member responded.
