"Your father was a real cautious person, wasn't he?" Royce mumbled as he and Issac fiddled with the mechanics placed on the corners of the house, buried in the ground.
Looking through the grass, Issac found one buried on the ground, almost in the shape of a hook, with a tiny button at the top of it. He pressed the button and a faint, almost transparent shield sprouted out, covering a quarter of the house.
"You are not wrong," Issac mumbled, looking at the destroyed village in front of him with a sigh. "He was a scared man, from what I remembered. But what he is scared of? I could never tell.
"He always looked over his shoulders and behaved as though he was the target of something sinister." Issac watched Royce activate the other part of the shield as they made their way to the other side of the house, scanning the area carefully. "We never cared about him enough to bother with his antics."
