The kerosene lamps lit up once more in the eerie space where the Black-robed People used to gather.
But unlike before, there were only two lamps this time.
The yellow flame flickered within the glass cover, casting a much smaller circle of light than usual, leaving most of the area submerged in thick darkness.
Two Black-robed People stood under the lamplight, one tall and one short, facing each other.
Since both were quite familiar with each other, they didn't wear hoods, their faces shifting between shadow and light in the firelight.
"Confirmed." The tall figure spoke, his voice lower than usual, tinged with a barely detectable restrained anger, "On the sea's surface, it was the Shadow Thief and the Fissure Man."
The short figure's eyelid twitched.
He had mentally prepared himself upon sensing that terrifying power earlier, but hearing the confirmation still made his breath falter for a moment.
