"Ooh, feisty, are we? I really like that, boy," the woman with vibrant green hair purred, meeting Eliot's furious eyes. "That's right... He said something about our plan not working, didn't he?" She frowned slightly, turning to the black-haired man.
"Ignore him," the black-haired man said nonchalantly, adjusting the ropes on the newly captured prisoners. "If this sacrifice fails, we'll simply find another way."
"No, that's not it," the green-haired woman insisted. "How did they know about the sacrifice in the first place?"
"...It doesn't matter," the man dismissed her.
Suddenly, the girl facing Eliot—the one wearing the mask—moved with lethal speed. She drew a bow from her back, a quiver already slung behind her, knocked an arrow, and aimed it straight at Eliot's face.
"What are you? Talk," she commanded, her voice muffled but hard.
"Let it go, Bianca. Unless you want to join Darius, we don't have time," the green-haired woman advised.
