Gruesome Fate

"Gah!"

Mr. Yule widened his eyes when he noticed some black lusters that looked like metals sticking out on his two men's backs.

Even Grimlord and his men stopped on their feet and glanced behind them.

"Claws?!" Mr. Yule muttered in a question. 

From those claws, blood started to drip a second later. He had no idea how the hell the young lass was able to free herself of constriction, but before she retreated those claws, "Stupid! Take the young man!" He roared after a second of getting stunned. He pointed his hand once again towards the young man.

Three people in black clothes appeared out of thin air, surrounding Yeman from all sides. Their eyes were peeking under the veil of black hoods they were wearing on their head.

The metallic luster of their weapon gleamed at the illumination of light on the ceiling. In a split second, each of them was pointing the tip of the blade in their hands to the young man's head.