"What do you mean... Baltimore may be compromised?"
Asmodeus' voice dropped.
The playful warmth from moments ago disappeared so cleanly that Nerim's fingers loosened from his robe. Yumiko set her cup down and glanced his way. Even Alice, who usually treated these kinds of things with her natural cold composure, looked troubled as she held Paul's report between her fingers.
"I am not completely sure, but from Paul's own words, it seems that he's lost control of small districts near the lower harbour," Alice said. "Not completely, but there seems to be a strange cult with a growing motion..."
Asmodeus stepped out from the alcove, Nerim following close behind him.
Alice placed the report on the desk and tapped several marked areas near Baltimore's coast.
The places she tapped brought back memories of the past, before he became an emperor and fought as an adventurer, destroying a strange cult that worshipped death.
'It cannot be them...'
