Manifestation [1]

(The night of the day the 'Cross General Store' opened.)

Click. Clang.

Slight metallic sounds echoed before the store in the empty dark streets. The only sources of light are street mana lamps which are turned off after a certain hour or a few hours before midnight.

The store's interior was not visible as the thick curtains blocked them and surprisingly nobody knew why the store had only one mana lamp installed in the center of the ceiling.

"Hey, hurry up! Do you want us to drink cold water for the rest of our lives?"

"Just let me do my f*cking job! It's not like anyone is around this area at this hour. And, even if somebody sees us, we'll just quietly deal with them if they don't know their place."

Two men whispered to each other words. They wore black worn-out clothes with patches from head to toe and black fabric masks on their head only revealed their purple eyes.

One stood behind the other waiting.