Outside the Benevolent sanatorium, Elder Seville gazed at the numerous bodies of Night Blades members, his expression turning incredibly grim.
"I should have known that Irving and the Angel Guild wouldn't be easy to handle! This failure is due to my own carelessness. Next time, I will not underestimate their strength." he mused bitterly.
Elder Seville openly admitted to his remaining subordinate that his plans had failed.
He had neither managed to completely destroy the Angel Guild nor had he secured the artifact of the Smith family ancestor.
"Elder, what should we do now? If we continue to delay, other factions will start providing assistance to the Angel Guild in the city of warding."
The only surviving member of Night Blades asked timidly.
His question was not just seeking an answer but also subtly reminding Elder Seville of their precarious situation.
Elder Seville nodded in acknowledgment.
