"We drag the body somewhere quiet. Make it look like a disappearance again," Tarkos voiced while reaching into a small pouch and pulling out a few talismans.
"People saw him enter here," Victor said. "If we just vanish him, suspicion will rise."
"We'll vanish everyone who saw him enter then," Tarkos said casually before walking toward the exit.
Victor frowned. "You're kidding, right?"
Tarkos smiled without turning around. "Do I look like I joke?"
Victor followed, albeit reluctantly. They had to cover their tracks, but there had to be limits. Then again… this was war.
The disciples outside never got the chance to blink.
Tarkos moved with immense speed, slicing their necks open before screams could escape. Victor finished off the rest with bursts of speed and deadly strikes, cutting down three with one swing.
They piled the bodies in an alley and ignited them using a spirit flame scroll Tarkos kept tucked in his robes. It wasn't flashy. It was clinical.
