Somewhere else in the city, two werewolves sat inside an old building but even though the building was old, it was still strong.
This abandoned building was a tourist resort having existed since the creation of this city. It was one of the first and oldest buildings in the entire city.
Currently, the two Werewolves inside were waiting quietly. One was a man and another a woman.
The man had a lean build and long black hair that danced in the wind. He was wearing a kimono.
His name was Yamato the silent sword as he called himself. Behind him stood a short woman with a petite figure.
She was dressed like a nun but her nun robe had two slits on each leg that reached her thighs.
She did not look holy in the slightest, her entire form exuded seduction. Her name was Naija.
Naija had a constant smile on her face, around her neck was a silver rosary, this was her weapon.
Unlike the weapons of others, she couldn't dismiss her weapon, once it formed, it stayed out.
