In the dim light of dawn, a crimson silhouette slithered along the edge of the Domeili River. It raised itself from a prone position, revealing a humanoid bipedal lizard with distinctive branched horns sprouting from its head.
“This is Three-Eyes. One-Eye, are you there?” it muttered softly into the communications device in its hand. “Six-Eyes lost. No possibility of survival. Xylo Forbartz and Tsav are still alive.”
“Oh?” came a female voice. It sounded cheerful, as if the other’s death meant nothing to the speaker at all. “Okay, then. You can go. Our work here is over. It’s time to leave the city.”
“Are you sure? Won’t that put Simurid Kormadino in danger?”
“Our contract is over. We don’t owe him anything.”
“…Roger.”
“Things turned out just like our new boss said they would. I’m a little surprised. That human may be disgusting, but he’s pretty incredible, isn’t he?”
Three-Eyes set off just as the Domeili River began to shimmer under the rising sun. Their contract was up, so it was time to leave the city. After all, their unit was powerful precisely because most humans had no idea they existed.
“I’ll be waiting for you at the rendezvous point as planned.”
“Roger. Do we need to take out Simurid Kormadino?”
“That’s not in our contract, so forget about him. Besides, according to our new boss…” One-Eye’s voice was filled with undeniable amusement. “…Kormadino’s battle with the penal hero unit is going to be a sight to see. The boss said he wants to watch until the very end.”