Two days later
Center of House Crimson Territory, Crimsonfell
In the far corner of the city, deep within the grounds.
Inside a large ornate hall, which gave off an eerie, secretive aura. In the middle, there was a huge round table. Surrounding it sat ten men, all dressed in typical black assassin robes.
"Explain"
A hoarse, heavy voice echoed around the table, though it was a simple, single word. The effect it had on the assassins was anything but simple. It came from the centermost seat. The Assassin's Leader!
All of them were sweating bullets; there was no need for killing intent. The coldness behind that single word promised a brutal end if any anomaly was detected.
Finally, one of the assassins couldn't take it any longer. He spoke in a trembling voice.
"W-we don't understand it either, M-master. Our two branches were d-destroyed and thousands killed and l-looted, but there wasn't a single trace of the enemies. Even our detection abilities fai–"
