Aris and Rullein stood in the middle of the street in the middle of the night. The atmosphere was heavy and intense because of the eyes that were pointed at them from dark alleys. Slowly but surely, one by one, the possessed humans came out of the alleys with their cloaks that hid their identity.
"Remember, we are Sira and Lurein, we aren't supposed to be powerful enough to deal all of them at once," Aris muttered under her breath, her voice so quiet that only Rullein could hear her. "We aren't supposed to kill them. We are just going to convey a message that we aren't a threat, but we aren't weak either," she continued.
"How weak are we supposed to be?" Rullein asked as she counted there were seven men in a cloak from her side.
