The lead-colored clouds hung low, and a few claps of thunder echoed from the sky.
A black-robed figure squatted next to a corpse severed in two, roughly tearing open the bag with dry fingers.
After rummaging through, the black-robed figure grabbed the last half of the bag and violently shook it, dumping everything onto the muddy ground.
Other attackers also gathered around, emptying the contents of the other three bags.
Eight black-robed figures crouched on the ground, carefully searching as if looking for soybeans in a pile of rice.
However, they never found what they were looking for.
The figure in the center impatiently crushed a crystal in hand, causing the others to back away, unsure if avoiding the flying shards or their leader's fury.
"No... no... nothing, nothing! Why is there nothing?"
The suppressed voice carried anger, yet the words were not in any human language.
