In the cult leader's eyes, just three Rank 4 Blood Path Practitioners were more than enough to turn the entire Outer Region upside down. They should be sufficient for the mission, based on her common sense and current knowledge of the area.
"Arvyn, Kaelor," she said slowly, as 2 figures from the back rows of the hundreds of kneeling cultists stood up and quickly approached, their robes whispering against the dirty, wet soil.
They dropped to their knees and said, "Yes, Your Holiness," their voices steady and obedient, perfectly in sync with the oppressive silence hanging over the ritual grounds.
"Go," the woman said.
With the order given, the three figures, including Sevrak slipped into the darkness without a sound, their silhouettes thinning and vanishing as the shadows seemed to draw them in.
