The red-eyed man punched the cheetah-like man standing before him with a force that sent him staggering.
"What do you mean they're dead?!" Asef roared, his voice shaking the room. He was the leader of the Keldars, and his fury was palpable.
The other Keldar, blood trickling from his lips, immediately straightened and replied respectfully despite his pain. "Sir! One of the Trionians must have leaked the information. All but one of the Keldars we were cultivating on the Trion frontlines have been killed."
Asef's crimson eyes burned brighter. "Tell Draco to find out who talked—or he'll be the next to die! I will deal with him soon."
Draco, the Twelfth Demon, was the one responsible for the project Arlon had uncovered.
"Understood!" The cheetah-like Keldar, still trembling slightly, bowed and retreated.
Asef slammed his fist into the table before him, splintering it. "I shouldn't have trusted Draco with this mission! He's ruined everything!"
