In the Night Clan
A black-robed man rushed in, his entire body trembling with fear, wounds covering him. He ran as if an apocalypse were upon him.
"I need to see Master," he said, standing in front of the study room door. Two guards stood at attention, opening the door after verifying his identity.
Verification was straightforward—each black-robed man bore a unique mark on their wrist that could not be replicated.
The black-robed man entered. As soon as he stepped in, he knelt down, head bowed. "Master, we failed the mission. I was the only one able to return to report."
Sitting before him was Deus, seated on his study chair, alongside a concealed black-robed figure.
"What happened?" Deus asked, raising an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through the kneeling man.
