Dip Of Darkness-I
"Was my order not clear to you all?" asked the man who stood next to the tree, his face covered and they were standing a few village away from the place where mess had taken place.
Reinhard was still bleeding where his shoulders continue to drip blood as he was missing an arm. He knelt while Thomas was standing beside him and Warren was lying on the ground, his body spasming after the man who had spoken first had whispered a single sentence of a deadly magic.
"How many Relics were on the village while the barrier was placed?" The man asked again, his voice was strict; calm but also malicious.
"Around thirty of them. The Demon Bride had killed them all, Milord," Thomas answered with extreme politeness as if each words were imbued with the politeness itself.
"How?" demanded the Dark Sorcerer Lord for answer. His face was covered by shadow, letting only his broad back that was covered by his coat to be seen while his face remains as a wondering question.