The doors of the grand hall, paved with red tiles and supported by golden pillars, were slowly pushed open. Two werewolves covered in fur and a giant bat whose skin was covered in pustules rushed in first.
They looked around carefully. The bat monster even sniffed the air, as if searching for something, but found nothing.
Only after confirming that there were no enemies did one of them retreat behind the doors.
A few minutes later, a team of only ten people filed in. At their head was Chieftain Fatt, the man who had killed Colonel Lloyd.
Half a step behind him stood two men and one woman. Behind them were six Beyonders, including the werewolf who had gone back to deliver the message.
Of the two men, one was a young man with red pupils. He had dark brown skin and a lean build, and should have been quite handsome, but several patches of his cheeks were swollen and ulcerated, making him look rather disgusting.
The other was an old man with white hair and beard. He carried a cold, gloomy air, with the aura of death lingering around him.
The last woman wore a white shirt and beige trousers. She was Vice Admiral of Ailment Tracy. However, her expression was rather strange, and the reflection of a middle-aged man could be seen in her eyes.
Clearly, she had already been controlled by another Wraith from the Rose School.
They had brought six Sequence 5 powerhouses this time, yet two had been lost in the labyrinth.
"Tracy" lewdly groped herself and gave a strange laugh. "As expected of a Demoness. She's far better than the women I find when I need release... Fatt, can't I take her into my tribe? She just killed Damian. She should pay the price..."