A silhouette stood atop a glider, behind a set of binoculars, masked by the foliage from the happenings of the night.


    “Oooh, that must have hurt. Was not expecting the roof to crumble.”


    “I had a suspicion you were the scheming prick behind all this.” A feminine voice reverberated from the apex of a pine tree, the closest inch of foliage on par with the airborne glider.


    “Ah Lilith, it has been a hot while.” The Silhouette pushed a button on a console, extending a flight of stairs towards the pine. “Let us catch up over a glass of wine.”


    “Screw the wine. What’re you planning?” She slid up the stairs in a heartbeat, standing beside the Silhouette. Twisting her lips in a scowl, contempt contorted her features.


    “I heard you have tamed quite the exceptional batch of apprentices. Though the recent and current ongoing Yang annihilation and the side mission with the Lizardman all had one intriguing element binding them.” Extending a hand, Lilith was beckoned to continue. A pregnant silence followed the creaking of opportunistic crickets, who droned on, during the brief moments of awkward silence. As though uninterrupted, the Silhouette forged on. “Your newest recruit! He has got quite the miasma. Despite his inexperience, he has caught my attention.”


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    “And it wouldn’t have anything to do with your long-held disdain towards the Yins or the Yangs?”


    “No, of course not. I would not dare to dream of ending two birds with one stone.”


    “Of course,” she said, wrinkling her nose at the blatant fib. “Here I thought your machines would have been the perfect cogs for your annihilation plan.”


    “There are no rules to the number of cogs in the wheel of my ploy. Lest they become liabilities instead, then I have no choice but to smite them. With the current collection of assassins in the Abyzz’s underworld, the standards are precipitously low. In fact, with the Succession barely four years away, I fear there may not be enough assassins for the Sins to cherry pick.”


    “Harsh. Is that why you’re after my pupils? Four years isn’t long enough if you’re planning the usual centurial massacre.”


    “No, no, no, no-no. This is going to be hell itself. Why do you think I risked showing up here? I need the appropriate dishes for the banquet I am preparing. I trust no chef to a keener sense than my own.”


    Lilith rolled her eyes, joining the Silhouette’s astute survey of the ongoing battle.