Jecren, the mastermind behind the kidnappings that happened recently, stared nervously at the body that lay before him. His surroundings were filled with black substance. On closer observation, the black substance that filled the huge room like water had strange faces appearing within it and vanishing.
Jecren had sensed someone breaking the seal that he placed on the entrance of the secret tunnel. He wasn't good in this field, allowing him only to make something like an intruder alarm.
Jecren seemed to be in his mid-late forties, with eyes similar to a corpse. He wore shabby clothes, which were ripped to shred as he was ambushed by the holy knight.
'Do they not care about their honor anymore!!' Jecren complained to himself.
Knights were trained to be just and generous usually, but what about the knights that attacked him without a single word of warning?!
