"What's the status?" asked a man seated in a dark room, a ghastly scar marring his face, his gaze fierce and icy.
"Reporting to the captain." "Sir, according to our scouts in zones 6 and 7, there's abnormal movement in the creatures." With a military salute, a young man at the front responded respectfully.
"Cults?" the captain raised an eyebrow. "Sir, we found some signs of sacrifices in the forests, it definitely has to do with the cults," replied the soldier.
"What kind of bastards are they?" The room's atmosphere shifted with the captain's question, his eyes burning with murderous intent. He wore a full black suit; a badge adorned his chest, with metallic details in the middle of the circumference, where there was a skull with its mouth open. The soldier at the front wore the same attire.
