The dwarfs weren't able to see the face of the person who called himself the Liberator. In the moonlight, the figure vanished too soon.
"Was it divine intervention?"
"We need to run and hide. We can think about this later."
The dwarfs now free squabble among themselves, asking for answers and what to do next. Mercy had no idea she was watching the scene from far away from the top of a nearby watchtower, lying easily on its slanting tiles.
"I don't care what happens next." The wind was all cold and swift at the top of the towers, Mercy didn't bother looking down, his eyes were in the sky, looking at the stars pouring out of the shade of the clouds.
"I wonder what would happen if I told them that Dia could find out where they are?" Mercy shook his head and tried to look at the bigger picture.
For a moment, he stood up and took another look at the city, huge city view.
The shining city was under the light of the moon on its stones, and while flames were lit throughout the city, some burned big enough to cause a fire outbreak.
"Death... death everywhere... It's coming." For a moment, Mercy's heart shrank. He thought of his niece and what he was doing, death more and more each day...
"The dangers are closing daily, Lucifer and the Storm, Sera...." He took a moment to collect himself and get back to his reasoning.
"Sera should be fine... I doubt she will let anything happen to her." Mercy's mind brought him thoughts of the fresh past. It was an answer, but it opened the box to questions instead.
"Time is running out... I need that team to get together and move. Death is increasing, and winter is coming." In the chilling wind, Mercy closed her eyes, thankful that there were no mosquitoes nearby.
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His eyes opened very soon, the next day. The sun was barely up at dawn, and the stars were still in the sky. The view at the horizon was gleeful to someone's eyes, but that did not cut from the fact that Mercy's body was cut into 100 pieces.
Blood droplets from his gutted organs were tinkling down from the towers falling on the ground, drop by drop. On the small pieces of cloth and skin, the men in black stood on the tower too.
"...." Two men dressed in black suits on their bodies with the sigil of the viper drawn on their backs. Their necks were heavy with a necklace of silver and blue gems, and their faces hid behind a mask of a crow.
They jumped off the watchtower onto the ground below, running from house top to house top as if walking over water. Their touch was light and smooth; it broke on tile or wood, as elegantly dancing on a stage.
They jumped across the city wall and vanished beside it. "Not a fingertip to see because their gloves did not leave a scent to catch them. No building was damaged, only a dead man cut into a hundred pieces." Mercy finished his first look at the situation.
Sitting in the middle of pieces of his own body, he looked at the killers fade away. He didn't bother to chase them and get distracted from his goals. There was no time for games.
"Mercy slipped down the tiles and hung himself on one hand. Peering directly at the back of the soldier, keeping invigilation all around, he used his binoculars in one hand and a metal cup of black coffee in the other.
In the small mirror, the piece kept at another open end of the window, Mercy saw the dark circles under the boy's eyes and decided not to annoy him.
Climbing back up to the watchtower, Mercy burned away his cut-off pieces with a fire spell, noticing something weird. "They took my eyes, both of them."
Mercy contemplated what had happened, "The sheer impact of the illusion spell tomorrow will have alerted them." He looked at his hands and thought about his magic skills, "Did I become this weak or is it something else?"
There was some sort of magic negation in those necklaces and amulets worn by the venomous crows. "Velcros, that should be the new name."
Mercy jumped from the watchtower and began walking in the silent streets of the dawn. People were asleep, or forced to be asleep due to Mercy's magic in all of the vicinity. Yet, silence was ruling, his aura was relished to full once again.
He walked and walked in this peaceful silence, crossing through many pyres of dwarf bodies, There were still some chained ones crying near the pyres at their dead families, and some had already killed themselves.
The others had escaped into somewhere they believed to be safe.
Mercy walked forward, looking forward to his journey in the church district and to the women he wanted to meet and learn about. Because time was ticking faster, the more he waited.
He crossed the closed down food district, the once loud merchant and tailor district and lastly the food district to stand before the large and tall banner standing on the metal poles.
'The Church District'
Praise be to Gods, Death be to evil.
"The grand town was filled with cathedrals, and churches of various architecture from time to time. Standing still on there stone from hundreds of years and representing the true loyalty of humans towards their gods." Mercy read from the painted words on the a wooden signpost nearby.
"History of a hundreds of years when I slept... I think this can be a enjoyable ride." Mercy considered his options for a second, before his eyes got attracted to the directions the signpost of was showing.
"A visit to the Riza family is much awaited." The path of his left was leading straight to mansion where he needed to find the person he came here to meet.
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