"Ahhhhhh!"
A terrified scream came out from Carlos' mouth as his limbs had become unrecognizable, cut apart like tattered leather, causing blood to come spraying out onto the ground.
The triplets stared at the disfigured Carlos, their faces not revealing any emotion whatsoever during the act, as if it had no effect on them.
The fog that had enveloped the forest slowly began to disappear, revealing the corpses of Carlos' unit on the dirt road.
One of the triplets, the one with the swords as his weapon, slowly swept his gaze across Carlos' body and said, "You know, you could've just given up and joined our side when we politely asked you to. With your strength, I'm sure you would've made a fine addition to the New Order. You even gave the three of us a tough time. You could've reached heights that you wouldn't even dare imagine. And yet, you chose to stand by your Headmaster. Why?"