The Cult's Ambush

Two figures stood atop the towering roof of a high-rise building.

One stood upright, gazing into the distance, while the other crouched down, lazily biting a blade of grass between their lips.

As the grand convoy departed from the embassy, they finally reacted.

"The target has left the embassy. It's time to act." The standing man spoke calmly.

"The Pleiadian Ascendancy must have sent quite a few people to intercept us, right?"

The crouching figure stood up—half a head shorter than the other.

"It takes an hour to travel from the embassy to the Crimson Moon Dynasty Palace. We need to complete our plan within that time."

The shorter man let out a low chuckle. "I have a fun proposal."

"What kind of proposal?"

"Let's make it a contest—see who kills the most people. Otherwise, this game is going to be pretty boring."

"Deal."

"How about including us as well?" A voice came through the terminal.