The Second Apostle

"How many of you are there, really?" Damian Rose asked. He wanted to extract as much information as he possibly can given his situation, in his mind, this is the least that he can do. 

Arima Chrysos took a seat once more and lit up a cigarette. "Do you mind?" He asked Damian, he was quite worried that his smoking would bother the Umbra Knight. Damian shook his head as Arima proceeded to inhale a thick cloud of smoke from his cigarette stick.

"Well, there are five of us in total as Apostles of the Lunaseekers. And all of the humans in Kraetor have all left or have been killed and eaten off. So, that is about it." Arima answered with no worry at all that he was being siphoned off of information by Damian's small talks.