The Demon Hunters arrived, delivering a devastating blow to the manor. Shermans' guards were no match for them. The more experienced guards vaguely knew who these people were, and terror showed on their faces. Some even began to flee.
But this was a massacre— the Demon Hunters were not letting anyone escape. Just as Shermans had said, many fled toward the countryside railroad, hoping to board a passing train, but the open ground offered no cover.
Bodies fell one after another, blood mingling with the falling rain and spreading over the emerald grass, as if the heavens themselves were mourning this massacre.
Lorenzo stopped his frantic run, gazing out the window as the rain fell, creating a mist. He could see the fires raging in the manor and the corpses outside. Demon Hunters roamed like lost souls in the rain, hunting down anyone attempting to escape, with sporadic gunshots ringing — presumably the remaining guards.
