At this moment, with a troubled heart, Thales smelled the bloody stench while a strange scene was reflected in his pupils:
In the deep and dark Black Prison were the cold dead bodies of the mercenaries. Those bodies were strewn all across the floor between two walls. The blood that was everywhere was tepid and almost formed a puddle. Under the flickering torch that emitted what little light it could, the mix of red and gray in the scene before their eyes gave off a strange feeling.
Standing among the disorder in the hall were seven men who stood with their backs straight, even though they were dressed in rags. Barney Junior was their leader. They were like stubborn reefs that separated the black and red waves as they watched the other side of the hall in silence.
There, the Knight of Judgment faced them without a word. The light from the fire was reflected off his eyes, and the brand of criminals under his bangs was faintly discernible.
