"These costumes will not help them when Great Invasion comes." said Saer when he broke his way in guard's house from the window.

"You have started speaking urban tongue." Fierlo said while trying to avoid getting cut from glass pieces.

"Better remember words of active people than of surrendered killers."

"I'm surprised. Nobody beyond our circle calls it apocalypse." Fierlo said, "Watch out for the rooms. We can yank the damn guard when he returns from the festival."

"I don’t understand such appeal behind a stupid festival." Saer started to walk in the empty room.

"How do Tadeas' guards live here?" Fierlo couldn’t see any furniture around.

When he unlocked a door, they reached to a room where main door was affixed.

In the room the guard's hollow armor stood upright.

"Maybe they just keep their armors here." Fierlo watched his reflection on armor's chest.

"Second one must have gone with Tadeas." Saer deduced, "Fierlo!"

"Yes." Fierlo turned his back at the armor and saw Saer pointing at a door set on the floor.

"Bunker." Saer's face lit up.

He started to pull the door, "Come on, help me out."

Saer heard the metal clang on something. As he spun back, he saw the armor throwing a punch at Fierlo.

Without wasting any second, Saer took his sword out and flew towards the armor. The armor noticed him and kicked Saer straight on his chest.

Contact of metal foot on his chest caused the sword to slip away from his hand. Now the armor was looking to stomp Saer's head.

Fierlo hit the armor's leg with his sword.

Progress was just a tiny dent. Armor pushed Fierlo to the wall, making him to see everything brighter than ever. While he dealt with dazzling light, he heard the armor drawing his sword out.

Opening his eyes, he saw the terrible sight of the armor swinging its sword towards Fierlo. For another time Fierlo closed his eyes with hopes of not seeing where the sword was going to kiss him.

The blade of his sword clanged on something. Fierlo opened his eyes then he saw Saer stopping armor's sword by his own.

By the time Saer had lost the war of strength, Fierlo had retrieved his sword. He waved it towards the armor with full strength.

A dent again.

Saer walked few steps back till he touched the wall from his back. Wood creaked when the armor also stepped on the basement door plank. Saer could feel the plank bending due to their weight.

Jamming his sword in gap of the armor was fruitless. He twisted the sword, causing the armor's hand to become loose. But he was startled to see hinges holding the metal parts together.

Saer pulled his sword and targeted the hinge holding the armor's knee together. His sword sliced through the metal then chopped another leg as well.

The armor fell on the door and the trapdoor gave up due to the impact.

Both of them fell into the deep room. Armor fell first but did not shatter whereas Saer wondered how many bones he had broken by the fall.

Fierlo jumped in and hit the hinge holding armor's helm from its body. On the second swing, helm was severed. Then only the armor loosened grip on its sword and fell chest first on hard floor.

Saer wiped blood from his nose.

"Saer!" Fierlo's voice was shaking.

Turning around, Saer saw hundreds of armors standing in rows. Inside the immense room, one of them was right beside Saer. While taking his stance, Saer bumped into an armor. The armor leaned towards him.

Fierlo managed to haul Saer towards him.

The armor fell on floor and didn’t move.

"They are lifeless." Delight came to Fierlo's voice.