While the fiend and his group were trying to gather themselves and move on, far in the capital, Cill sat in her office with the ring of her clock punctuating every passing moment. Another spy had mysteriously disappeared, and this time, she was looking through his eyes when he lost his life in a snap. What the man had seen and what killed him, it escaped her, for their senses were entangled, and the moment dread came, the connection was severed, for to be in his mind while he was attacked would've inflicted the same harm on her mind and body despite being miles apart.
'What's going on? First, the guy sent to the shop and now him…' The whole thing reeked of devilish influence. Otherwise, the shared sight and memories were bound to tell at least some kind of tale. 'I could send Jill, but then if we lose connection, I would have nobody left to carry out this plan.'
