In the dimly lit room, the shadows swayed with the light of the Communications Gems.
They accurately imitated the human silhouette but had no thickness or weight, just floating shadows in the air.
"I understand the situation. However, it's still hard to believe that the capital of Charlemagne is infested with monsters that can rival Atoners."
The shadow vibrated in the air with the voice of a man in his fifties. The voice was serious and solemn, full of the authority an upper-class person would wield, manipulating others and ordering them without mercy, treating them as mere objects.
"Several of the individuals have combat strength beyond the Atoners... Is it possible that they are using some sort of human refinement or other spells?"
The shadow spoke without any fluctuations, kneeling at the center of the Communication Spell, its short figure cloaked in a hood, the head deeply lowered in response.
