Jacob looked down at his newfound shadow soldiers, he hadn’t even noticed that the do had dissipated.
"Your wishes are our command, Master."
They both said in unison, bowing their heads as they stayed perched on one knee.
"First of all, tell who sent you and then, why they sent you." Jacob requested, a glint could be seen in his sharp blue eyes.
"It was the Flying Macabre sect leader, Savant Hardin," the one that looked like Jirin spoke first.
"He sent for us in Helmand and signed a contract with us, told us to eliminate you by any ans necessary." The other one said, raising its right hand.
A glowing piece of paper instantly materialized in the air above its palm, but Jacob wasn’t too concerned about the details, he only looked at the bottom of the paper.
’Signed by... Savant H.’
Jacob turned around and stroked his chin slowly. "Savant? So he’s willing to go that far?"
"Apparently so, Master," said Jaran.
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