Grayish-white mist rolled and surged under the lights of the night.
On the misty streets, a big, tall, and strong figure was dragging thick and heavy iron chains along the rock pavement.
The figure had no breath or heartbeat, and was covered in ice-cold pitch-black armor. It appeared no different from some knights that favored heavy armor. The heavy armor alone would be enough to crush even an adult male who frequently trained his body.
However, the big and tall figure clad in armor showed no delay in its movements.
"My God! It's the Executioner!" A faint startled cry echoed amidst the mist.
"Fool! Shut up!"
However, it was too late.
The big and tall figure that had been walking slowly suddenly paused. It seemed to be listening for something.
"Swoosh!"
It suddenly pulled on the iron chains and charged in the direction of the voice.
"No!"
"Activate the traps! Don't let it come close!"
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"