"Boss, they are here. The Shamans sensed a small group outside the barrier and we spotted them at the foot of the mountain," Black said with a hard face.
His voice nearly echoed in the large, luxurious tent that had a beautiful overhead light, a neat desk and chair as well as two beds.
A man decked in a polished true sapphire armour – its pauldrons with the designs of fierce wolves, the same exquisite craftwork present on the chest plates and knee guards – was sitting on the chair as he seemed to be reading through a book, his lowered face depicting how completely unconcerned he was by anything happening around him.
"Is that man you mentioned among them?" this man asked as he raised his head, revealing gun metal blue eyes and a pointed nose under his spiky, black hair.
"He has to be. There is no way those Knights would attack our base without him," the last of the twins said with an intense determination.