Chapter 233: Demonic Trade
He glanced at the demonic entities still hovering silently in the shadows, like wolves waiting for a command. "I don't get the chance to use them often," he added casually. "They usually just sleep inside me... unless someone pisses me off enough."
"Anyway, which one do you guys want?" he asked, turning to the Director with a raised brow.
The Director looked at him, her expression firm. "Do you have any that specialize in stealth work? More... humanoid in shape?"
Dave gave a small nod, the faintest grin tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I've got a few of those."
He snapped his fingers.
From the edges of the room where shadow met light, movement stirred—silent and swift. Out stepped two figures, their forms lithe and unsettlingly graceful. Their skin was an inky black, textured like smoked leather. Tall and humanoid, with elongated limbs and no visible mouths, only glowing red slits for eyes. Their presence seemed to suck the warmth from the room, the air suddenly heavier.
"Shadow Wraiths," Dave introduced, casually. "Built for assassination, surveillance, and retrieval missions. They can blend into shadows, climb walls, move without sound, and—"
One of them vanished instantly, only to reappear right behind the Director.
"—they're fast," he finished with a smirk.
The Director flinched slightly, then turned to glance at the one now silently waiting behind her. "Creepy," she muttered.
"But effective," Phil added, arms crossed.