"Ahh!" The masked man groaned in pain, collapsing to the ground and backing away in terror. His severed limb lay on the floor as he clutched his bleeding arm, grimacing.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" demanded the leader, his voice echoing in the confined space, thick with tension.
There was no vocal response, but a spear on the wall shifted, and in an instant, it pierced one of the intruders in the leg.
"AHH!" Another loud groan resounded in the room, reverberating off the cold, stone walls.
They guessed someone was hiding and manipulating these weapons. But they couldn't sense anyone; these weapons moved on their own. This was ghostly in their eyes.
Fear gripped the remaining men as they eyed the countless weapons adorning the walls, unsure if they would move next.
"We'll leave right away," one of the intruders finally broke down after a long silence, his voice trembling and eyes darting wildly. "Please, let us go."
