The king felt like dropping his sword out of fear. The presence the masked men were emitting was nothing short of terrifying. Just looking into the lifeless eyes of the black skull was sending a chill down his spine.
"Who the hell are you guys?! Who allowed you all in this palace?"
They all slowly stopped.
"Allowed? Do we need permission to traverse through a world that is ours?"
The king seemed to gain the courage to hold his sword towards the masked men.
"Leave this area at once! Or I will be forced to sentence you all to death."
"We simply wish to recover something you took from us, king."
"And what would that be?"
A skeletal hand lifted through the cloak and pointed right at Jacob.
"The boy."
The king looked at all of them with awe. Seeing the bones of a hand appear through a cloak was never something he'd thought to ever see in his life.
"Why do you need him? What is with that mask you are all wearing? What's with the mark he is branded with?"
