The intermittent clanging of metal echoed within the smoke-filled room, the blades imbued with one's life, dignity, and desire, left a beautiful silver light in the air.
On one side was a serial killer who took pleasure in the screams and despair of children, on the other was a boy who had inexplicably been dragged into the situation, exerting all his strength in an attempt to stop the killer, out of respect for human dignity and ethics.
After telling Roland "I leave it to you", the knight-dressed witch retreated to the side, guarding the sleeping baron in silence. Her face, devoid of happiness or discontent, was like a mask. Her eyes, unblinking, were locked onto the duel between the two.
The terrifying spectacle of their assault would have made the weak-kneed faint, but the witch calmly evaluated it with a facade of indifference, not finding it the least bit appealing.
