"It's strange, isn't it?" said one of the two Council Heads as they walked side by side toward the conference hall.
"You mean the silence? It is," the other replied, his thick moustache twitching as he spoke.
"I mean, for the past few days, every demon sighting has been taken care of before our strike teams even arrive. Just yesterday, a Hellstain erupted in a major town—yet before Warrior Olivia reached the site, it had already vanished." The woman's tone carried amazement as she recited the latest report.
"Do you think it could be William?" the man asked curiously.
The woman scoffed. "That man doesn't lift a finger unless pushed. Forget demon hunting—he wouldn't even go on a walk without being ordered."
"You're right. The Council only keeps him around for emergencies. Then who…" The man lowered his voice, glancing around. "Who is out there in the shadows, cleaning up before we even arrive?"
