The corroded, metal burglary resistors that extended from left to right - forming various rows, then up to down, (vertically) forming quadrilaterals of varying sizes went from rusty black to boiling lava red before letting out long, unending hisses like a vexed basilisk will as it melted under the palms of Gerey Wysalt. The resistors became bright red liquids and fell onto the ground as dense blobs before burrowing into the floor - and walls as brown, charred holes and letting out a suffocating fragrance. After a minute, Gerey was free and with a lot of difficulty, he climbed up his small window. As delicately as possible whilst trying to wrap his mind what was before him, he relaxed on the floating broom of Sir. Oswic and gripped it tightly (hoping it wouldn't catch fire) to avoid him swaying to the left, or right, then falling off.

The milieu of the gigantic building which homed the Police Department, Ingfalls, was tearing apart gradually with each strike that swooped and descended on the building thanks to the three headed creatures.From Inspector Eallric's calculations, a maximum of five more heavy strikes from the shrewd, bloody horns of the uncompromising brutes will bring the citizens - and cops, that crammed the building to their knees and in about an hour, they will all be history.But at that moment, Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey wasn't bothered by that. He was focusing on something different, something distinct, something peculiar, something unusual.His attention was riveted on Gerey Wysalt.**A loathsome stench of the rotten remains and fetid creatures floated around the trio - Sir. Oswic, Gerey and Cwena as they came down the broom. Cwena, the powerless one.“Cwena, stay safe. Yo

“In just three days after what happened at the Police Department, I think in Mariner's Spur, there have been a drastic upsurge in polio and measles for children below six. Severe issues for babies below three months include bone wrenching that prevents growth, brain explosions, that lead to instant deaths, and - heart failures, too. All the same, adults have it worse, trust me.”“- And it's not in Wabrook alone. There have been reports all over the world. In Kinsyew and Qazax and even, Ryilop, too.”“My adopted brother's son died last week - brain detonation! It was a rude shock.”“This world is turning into something else. We better prepare ourselves for worse situations cause it looks like the world is coming to an end. Even hospitals are getting crammed with patients, morgues with corpses, and perhaps, hell, too.”“- And heaven. I can imagine the ang

“What do you both want us to do with you considering the fact that you - are menaces to the order of our society?” Sir Artin said after a few minutes.“Retaining us in your custody - or, killing us, when we obviously are the ones that delivered about five hundred citizens and cops of Ingfalls from the tyronimics is a threat to the repose of Ingfalls!” Cwena shot back infuriatedly before Sir. Oswic could reply.Barrister Gauwilh Chames of the Eventide Shore law firm, South of Ingfalls, stood up - a little over five feet, “I'm with them, sir. They are ostensibly the best shot we have at defeating who or what it is that is making a waste of our land and preys of our people.” He locked eyes with Artin Dane then continued speaking, “Me, you and -” he turned to his right to glance at Eallric, “ - Chief inspector Eallric know how terrible things will be if they hadn't shown up at the Police Department at Ingfalls and redeemed the people.”Artin Dane inhaled deeply and with a sigh, let it out

Back in the Chamber of Duties, Wabrook, where the numb and lifeless bodies of Sir. Oswic, Artin Dane, Riyen Gosbald, Eallric Hancey and Wene Noelle were, things were going ordinarily.The sun was bright and warm, the breeze; cooling and refreshing, and the fourteen people present in the Chamber, chatting and catching up on one another, apparently they were all good friends but for Troef’ny who apparently had just foes and Cwena who watched the benumbed bodies for any sign of movement or any indication of struggles, - it wasn't like she had anything else to do. She knew none of the people in the Chamber and just a few hours ago, she was a prisoner.Thirty minutes passed, nothing. An hour, nothing. Two hours, still nothing.Then like a berserked villain, Troef’ny Uthane suddenly sprung to her feet and charged towards the numb bodies in a frenzy.Cwena who was the closest to them understood the situa