Bab 88: Scarlet King

The chill of dawn hung heavy in the air, the sun casting feeble rays through the morning haze. 

Despite the early hour, six figures clad in robes moved purposefully through the narrow alleys of Dein's slums. 

Leading the group were two individuals, their robes marking them as members of the Special Gifted Division. 

"So, you're saying our mission is already in its final phase?"

Rokara queried from behind Talon, her voice still groggy from the early hour. 

"Shouldn't we report the information we've gathered to those bastard hunters?" 

Asked Rokara, but Talon just smiled at her in response.

"We already did, thanks to the old man, we could send them a letter, it's going to arrive in Paul, so we don't even have to worry about that much."

Talon's voice cut through the morning air, surprisingly clear despite his apparent fatigue from the previous day, but now, there was a renewed energy in his tone.