The air in the dimly lit chamber hung heavy with the weight of unseen power. Shadows stretched and writhed across the walls, dancing to the silent whispers of the figures cloaked within them. On the massive screen before them, the moonlit expanse of Ozin's jungle pulsed with the aftermath of violence. The monstrous creature, once a living nightmare, lay motionless, a telling to the chilling efficiency of Rain's assault.
"The girl seems promising," rasped a voice, smooth as polished stone. It emerged from the deepest recesses of a hooded figure, a sliver of moonlight illuminating a pair of eyes that gleamed like predatory jewels. "Her speed, her precision... she moves like a wraith, a whisper of death."
"Too bad she's a bond," another voice replied, a low rumble that sent a tremor through the room. "We can't control someone who's already a slave."
