<On a certain mountain, deep in Spirity Bailiwick>
Salom and Rolo stood on the mountain peak, spiritual energy surging within their eyes as their sharp gazes scanned the vast mountain range.
~SWWWIISSSH - SWWIIISSH~
Two figures jumped over, landing in front of them.
"Can't find him." Said each of the two individuals.
Salom frowned, but his tone remained indifferent as he said, "We paid quite a substantial price previously, exchanging wound for a wound in order to critically injure John Stark.
Our advantage lies in our majority of numbers which gives us strong power, allowing us to gradually handle the attacks no matter how grave. In contrast, John Stark's body is weak, and his current state is when he is at his weakest.
Since we've already done the deed, we need to be sure to do a thorough job. We cannot give him any chance to recover or all of us will be threatened."