Under the Domain of a Legion Summoner, I was having a working dinner with two South American Specters. It was funny how we had our own little world while our armies blasted the fuck out of each other.
[My lord, I apologize for bothering you, but Hellsend has finished terminating the South Americans. The only two remaining are the Specters with you.]
'I see. Has the girls finished taking out the Observers?'
[Not yet my lord, out of the ten groups present, only six have been dealt with. To hasten the process, the ladies have begun enlisting the services of the South Americans who woke up. Their payment came in the form of malice cleansing by Juno and the Awakened.]
'Hmm. How does the girls intend to make sure the South American's run away?'
[They were allowed to help us only under the condition that they drink your blood and invoke {Call my Name}. Should they try to run, we will be able to terminate them so long as they remain within ten floors of the 24th floor.]
