The bloodlust was thick in the air as the three figures stood poised within the canopy of trees, their crimson eyes glowing brightly through their masks. The forest felt eerily still, as though nature itself feared their presence.
"The target is in the forest, accompanied by three others. Four bodies in total. We move quickly. Silent and clean," Kaelith, one of the individuals, said, his slender frame barely shifting as he spoke. His voice was cold, devoid of emotion.
A soft, sadistic chuckle sounded next. Selira, the feminine figure of the group, twirled a small shard of blood between her fingers like a toy.
"Oh, Kaelith," she purred. "Where's the fun in that? I say we take our sweet time. Especially with him." Her crimson eyes shone as she replayed the image of Atticus from the Nexus in her mind. Her body shuddered, and a low groan escaped her lips. "I want to savor every moment."
