Imperial Capital, Lower City District.
Within a dimly lit sub-district base, the bald heads of a dozen men reflected a harsh, cold light. Plastered in the center of the room was a large character slogan, "To kill is to save." The various experts of the Painful Esoteric Sect were dressed in dark robes, each with an angry, stern countenance, appearing quite formidable.
Those seated were the middle and high-ranking members of the Esoteric Sect, all graduates of the former 'Crimson Cult,' in charge of the assassination operation aimed at the saints of the Imperial Capital. The power of each person started at the Fifth Tier, and they each managed undercover agents within their respective districts.
The bishop seated at the end of the long table spoke, truly worthy of the title of bishop, even the Holy Light above his head shone brighter than the others.
