"Since you're already here, why not show yourself?"
Grey's question hung in the clearing for a few seconds. Then an eerie chuckle drifted out of the empty air.
"Kikiki… Grey Dawson. Looks like you really are worth the trouble."
Four figures stepped out of swirling black smoke. All of them wore dark clothes and masks that completely covered their faces. Their auras settled at the Ninth stage of the Sovereign Plane.
Grey's eyes narrowed when he saw they were human.
"So you've sold yourselves to the Gnomes," he said, voice cold with open disdain. "I expected Necromancers or Gnomes. Seeing humans fulfilling their tasks is just pathetic."
One of the masked men gave a light shrug. "We work for whoever pays well. Offer us a better contract and we might even switch sides."
Grey snorted. "You'll die the same way your masters will. I only want to know who sent you."
None of them answered. The black smoke around their bodies thickened and swallowed them again.
