In a star system of the 29th floor, Reaper who was about to enter a certain region with his subordinates to report the result of the mission, suddenly paused.
"Strange." He didn't speak the normal language everyone did, but the sounds that left him were not meaningless.
"Boss?" The peak rank 5 subordinate, the right hand man of Reaper, leaned closer and asked.
"The spheres…they're gone." Reaper's voice was filled with astonishment that he didn't notice.
How many years had it been?
Other than foes at his own rank, no prey, even if it's peak of rank 5, was able to escape his attack.
But these two…even though the attacks would only push them to verge of death and not actually kill them…they somehow neutralized the attacks.
"I need to go. I thought master was overestimating by sending me, but he still underestimated them." Reaper's black robe glowed with a tinge of red and omnious patterns of sacrifice, slaughter and grief slowly appeared.