fast!
The location in this specific forest, roughly between 1:00 AM and 3:00 AM ..until the following morning, appeared utterly dull on any ordinary day.
Usually...
There are no ten traitorous men being tossed around like stuffed dolls everywhere by an elderly man emanating a peerless yellow aura, covering the forest with its brilliant light as if a miniature sun had dawned in the heart of the woods.
The trees were on the verge of bowing in reverence.
The ten warriors were scattered across the trees, gasping for breath, their bodies covered in wounds. Before them floated an entity that could only be described as such... yet their eyes, in their pure deceit, pictured before them a young man with long, strangely straight black hair, its strands fluttering as he hovered in the air that had turned scorching around him.
"Master, please... we are sorry... we are sinners, please have mercy on us... Oh... oh Master... Agh!"
