[Sooner or later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.]

[Conscience warns us as a friend before it punishes us as a judge.]

Drip....Drip...Drip....the water seeped in through the narrow cuts and holes in the worn out structure of the warehouse. The place was warm due to the old wood taking the blunt of the cold and rain. It was a brick-made building, before the invention of cement. Stone-masons would require a long time to just finish making the brick required for the construction of different buildings.

It was costly ,mostly only nobles and rich businessmen could afford one, making one was hard ,plus in case the owner had to leave the city for any reason, he could only lament on his luck and conditions after all even if he wanted to sell off the building not many would be willing to but it. But this was only applicable for [1st rate Brick] as it was the top brass in all of the constructs.

The huge and thick walls surrounding the Capital were made of this type-brick ,other kinds of bricks were the [2nd rate Brick] from which the houses of some small landlords and people possessing similar professions were made. They were down-grade version of the previous one but provided sturdy constructs which could last centuries. Lastly the [3rd rate Brick] which were used to create public necessities like public toilets and other facilities like the post office.

The current Era in which people lived was neither advanced nor totally primitive, it was a little backwards when compared to that of [Lord of the mysteries world] ,one could say that the humans were on the verge of entering the age of steam powered machines.

"Little Joe, you go and check the southern portion. See if the food is stored there ,if it is then first report to me after that we can burn down this warehouse and proceed with the second part of the plan. " said a tall brute wearing black coat and hat. Probably the leader as the person named Joe quickly nodded with any objection.

Joe quickly turned around, he placed his foot sideways to turn towards the southern portion of the warehouse. Whistle....the non-existent wind picked up speed behind him. All the hair on the back of his neck stood up as an uncomfortable feeling of dread overcame his senses. He felt cold, body in a freezer.

Then ,black stakes dyed in the darkness of the shadows that graced this quite building came out of the ground piercing Joe's back. Pierce....blood ran down the now red colored stakes as Joe remained standing even in death, not because he was brave or was a fighter but because the same stake which killed him also gave him support.

People around him were horrified after seeing what had just happened to Joe, the person standing next to him had red ,blood-colored eyes as he hacked the stakes with the short sword hanging loosely from his waist. Ding...the metal collided against the crimson piercer and bounced back, he howled like an animal due to the huge hole which was created after his feet were cruelly pierced by more stakes.

"What is going on ,what the hell are those!!!!!" more and more stakes started coming out of the ground as the mercenaries were being pierced one after another, blood had dyed the floor so had the corpses. The leader of the group grabbed hold of the shield on his back and blocked the incoming stakes.

Other also pulled out their swords and shields to defend against this seemingly infinite amount of stakes. Even so the number of stakes greatly outnumbered that of the mercenaries, also due to the stakes popping out of anywhere, they were having difficultly in blocking the incoming stakes.

Even though their squad was equipped with armor and chain-mail, it wasn't able to totally block the incoming stakes, out of 10 ,3 had died under the constant barrage of stakes while 4 were bleeding, if not treated soon ,they would die due to the excessive loss of blood in their body.

"Retreat...abandon the mission, RETREAT!!!!!!" seeing that the condition was not favorable for them, the leader immediately ordered the squad to retreat. He quickly turned back to rush towards the exit. As soon as he turned ,he eyes widened, face distorted ,anger raged ,fear appeared on his face. Slash....the cold metal shimmered in the dark, his vision changed, expression froze along with the words inside his throat....his head rolled down the floor.

The last thing he witnessed before death claiming his life was a beautiful woman ,wearing black-maid uniform that usually the maids of a noble wore, her exquisite face with a cold-expression and unfeeling eyes, the sliver hair that shinned in the dark, bewildering him why didn't he saw her, but the thing which was most striking about her was the huge scythe in her hand with which she claimed his life.

Seeing the head of their leader on the ground, others immediately grew agitated and madly rushed towards Cynthia ,insult and curses were the strongest weapon left in their arsenal.

"You Bitch..." Slash.....another head rolled along with the fountain of blood that had flooded the warehouse floor.

In the silent night ,head continued to roll till the last one was claimed. The world isn't a fairy tale, to live in this heartless world you must be cold ,cold till your heart feels nothing ,cold till you redefine it's very meaning, cold till the world freezes at your magnificence.

{After the rolling of heads}

"The intruders have been taken care of master, some more are detected near the city wall."

"Very well....so they have come."