While everyone inside the mall was busy with their own missions—
Four figures stood atop the mall's rooftop.
They wore long cloaks that fluttered violently in the wind. Red masks covered their faces, each decorated with a white wing insignia carved across the surface.
One of them stepped forward slightly.
"Are you certain Indigo's group is here?"
"Yes. I'm sure of it," another replied confidently.
A third tilted his head.
"How can you be so sure? We don't even know the face behind Indigo's mask."
"Enough," the fourth interrupted. "It doesn't matter how he knows Indigo is here. What matters is our mission."
"Our mission is to make Indigo's group clash with the Angelic Moon sect."
"Yes," another added. "Indigo will focus on them. His attention will shift toward Angelic Moon."
"And while they fight each other," the leader continued, "we'll take control of Seoul."
A sinister chuckle escaped from behind their masks.
"He's right. Let's move."
In an instant—
