Ember Heights, Blackshore.
In one of the two-story lavish mansions in this luxurious part of the city, the four Rank 3 Magi of the Cult of Bones had gathered in the main hall, discussing their mission.
Malcolm Morgan, the one leading this group of cultists, sat at the head of the long mahogany table with a solemn look on his face.
He had his elbows resting on the table, his fingers interlocked. "Still no sign of him?"
All three Cultists shook their heads. One of them spoke up, "We thought that having the Umbra Thieves kill the innocent residents of the city would force him to appear before us, but I suppose we were mistaken…"
"Adam Constantine… is a ruthless man," said Malcolm.
If a person did not care about how many lives were sacrificed in his pursuit of accomplishing a goal, then that made him highly dangerous.
Malcolm gazed at the man who had just spoken and asked, "Have our scouts relayed back any information?"
