A short while earlier.
Two mysterious figures clad in strange outfits, their faces completely hidden behind eerie white masks, stood motionless in the suffocating darkness. Both of them wore the exact same uniform—long flowing cloaks dyed in a shade of ashen black, paired with straight black trousers that blended seamlessly with the night. They were concealed deep within the cover of trees, shadows of the dense forest wrapping around their bodies like an additional layer of disguise.
"Let's move already. I cannot afford to wait any longer." One of them finally spoke, his voice cold, sharp, and impatient. As he finished speaking, faint traces of dark energy began to seep out from several parts of his body, curling upwards like sinister smoke rising from boiling water.
The other figure observed silently for a brief moment. The way his companion's energy leaked out was enough of a signal—they were long overdue to make their move.
He gave a short nod.
"Very well," he replied.
