"...?" Both Darvion and Zargul stared at the recording from beginning to end in stunned silence, neither of them taking their eyes off the projection for even a moment.
"...Those." Zargul pointed toward the crimson-armored figures. "Are you absolutely certain they're the Crimson Plague?"
"Without the slightest doubt!" his son replied immediately. "Everyone who escaped confirmed that the Syndicate's envoy recognized them. Besides, the blood techniques they're using were famous during the Era of the Abyss of Ruin! There's simply no possibility of a mistake."
"Heh..." A smile slowly spread across Zargul's face before he burst into hearty laughter. "Hahahahaha!"
"Lord Robin is finished this time." Darvion slowly shook his head, disappointment evident in his expression. "What a waste. I expected a better opponent than this."
