"Judging from your getup, you lot should be some kind of cult." Her voice wasn't loud, but every word carried undisguised contempt. "Daring to barge into our turf… you really don't know what death is."
The tension in the Security Team leader's shoulders eased slightly when he saw the two of them appear.
He raised his hand and made a gesture: fall back.
The members of the Security Team quickly pulled back their guns, leapfrogging to cover one another as they retreated, then reestablished firing positions in the rear, muzzles still trained on the Black-robed People's direction.
With elite operators here, their task shifted from "interception" to "support."
The five Black-robed People in the center did not respond to the woman's words.
They didn't even waste any unnecessary movement; the moment they saw the two, they moved.
All five released their Anomalies at once, twisted power immediately invading the surrounding space.
