"Death." The Rank 9 stepped forward, in front of the rest of his companions, radiating power. "What are you doing here?"
The cloaked man tilted his head to the side as he turned to stare at the new arrivals. "For the same reason you're here, I presume." His voice rumbled.
Ren slowly stood up, Lilith still clinging to him. He took a few steps back, Lilith and Thorn following his lead, putting distance between themselves and the aura of death.
The Rank 9's eyes were drawn to their movement and he glanced at them before looking back at Death.
"We have no business with you, Death." The man spoke. "All we need are those three… ingrates behind you."
"Ingrates?" Death chuckled like he was having a pleasant conversation at dinner. The sound of a man with supreme confidence in himself. "Why do I sense a fascinating story?"
