"Regis. Leader of the Sanguine Order."
Levada's brows drew together as she looked at the young man before her. "You know that isn't what I meant."
"I know." Regis wiped the blood from his mouth, only to wince when he moved his wrist. "But can it wait? I need to check on my people."
"Your people?"
He nodded while taking a spare robe from his storage ring. Even pulling it over himself made his wounds ache, and by the time he finished, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead.
Levada watched without lowering her guard. However, just as she was about to speak again, a faint fluctuation of demonic power made her grip tighten around her sickles.
"What are you—"
Twelve figures suddenly appeared around Regis, causing her unfinished words to catch in her throat.
'People…?'
Her golden eyes moved from one face to another. Some could barely stand, while others were covered in blood, but every single one of them was alive.
