"Superior, you say? Superior in what way exactly?"
Al's voice resonated, cutting through and neutralizing the soundproof barrier as if it was never there.
All six hooded figures in dark-brown robes turned sharply, including the terrified man who had been cornered moments ago.
In their collective gaze, a lone figure became visible. He was perched casually atop a modest rooftop nearby. His attire was entirely black, a hood and mask concealing most of his face, while a faint crimson glow shimmered within his eyes—sharp pupils that glinted in the dim light like burning embers.
The six exchanged uneasy glances. They were certain now where this presence had come from.
"You!" Lagan was the first to break the silence. "Don't tell me… you're from that group?"
