In a shadowy chamber far from the chaos, a man stood with his arms crossed. He gazed at a group of henchmen who kneeled before him.
"What happened to 01 and 02? They were tasked with retrieving the scale from the Garrans, weren't they?"
One of the henchmen hesitated but still spoke. "Master, we... we don't know. There's been no news from them. After a few days of silence, we sent a team to check the situation in Garran territory."
The man glanced at them. "And?"
The henchman swallowed hard, glancing at his companions before continuing. "When we arrived... the city was in complete chaos. It wasn't just a failed mission—it was something far worse."
The henchman also trembled, remembering the sight. "The streets were littered with corpses—humans and beasts alike. The entire city... it had turned into a blood-soaked ghost town."