"It's been three weeks. What do you mean there's been no sign of them?" Fell scowled. He was pacing up and down in his room, his mood sour, making the shadows in the room jump and twist unnaturally.
Stowig paused at the entrance to the door, wincing. "All the informants sent into the Veilwood have mysteriously vanished. No one can tell the situation inside."
"And the assassins haven't reported back?" Fell twitched.
"No, my lord."
Fell stopped walking. "But what could have happened? The assassins are not weaker than me. In fact, we might be considered of equal strength since we're all A-ranked."
Stowig hesitantly took a step forward. "May... maybe this Atrox—"
"Impossible!" Fell yelled at once. Then he calmed himself, his narrow face sullen. "I agree that he's strong, but nowhere near the rank of Team Ten."
