As the echoes of laughter subsided, the two figures emerged from the darkness. Dressed in the signature crimson robes of the Crimson Order, the S-rank subordinates revealed themselves.
"Long time no see, human," the one on the left said with a sly grin. "Did you miss us?"
Lord Magnus tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes narrowing. "I never forget a face, especially those who ran away like cowards."
"Oh, you are hurting my pride." Lysandra, the support mage vampire laughed. "You know very well it was just a tactical retreat. But..."
Her eyes and expression turned cold as she placed her hands on her back. "You injured me hard back there. I won't forgive you for what you did."
Then she lifted her right hand, showing off her sharp and slightly long crimson nails. She pointed them to Lord Magnus, and few words escaped her mouth.
"Crimson Chains of Despair, bind the soul of the human I hate!"
