The law stood in a corner of Andrey Castle, where once a small club's room had been, but now, it lay in ruins. The moonlight seeping through the hole shone on the iron mask, and as the leader of the Executors, he gazed at the bone shards scattered among the dust, the sound of his iron gauntlet tightening echoing in his heart.
Uncertainty filled his voice.
"I received a message ten minutes ago that the Literary Society challenged the Gemstone Enthusiasts' Club."
"And now, you're telling me that the Gemstone Enthusiasts' Club has been flattened by the Literary Society?"
"By those guys who are all talk and no fight, the Literary Society who never wins a brawl?"
The half-skeleton lying in the shadow of the corner moved slightly, its robe emblazoned with a dusty iron mask. He was the first Executor to arrive to capture the law-breaking Liches.
"Law, sir... those bastards... they're serious this time."
