Who's that?

Deep in the quiet night of LonFall Pass. In the eastern part of city, a small average looking house stood quietly beside a dilapidated building. A yellow illumination came from one of the window. Inside the room, a middle aged man was with some white hair looked sternly at the person in front of him.

"Your arrogance and stupidity led us to the current predicament we find ourselves. I thought you have learn your lesson from the problems and attack from our enemy. But you seems to continue on the path of destruction…" The middle aged man shouted, jabbing his finger at the young man's face.

"Uncle what did I do? I offend no one. " The young man asked with wide eyes. He didn't remember offending anyone.

"Why would master gave birth such a calamity son." His voice trembled, his face ashen and the wrinkles on his face seems to multiplied.

Suddenly, a light wooden creak echoed throughout the small building. A sudden gush of wind blew out the calm atmosphere of the air. The temperature dropped. The green curtain on the window blew while the close window upended abruptly, and sudden cold air rushed into the room.

Another creak came echoed from the house, this time around it was closer to the room where the two people were. The light creak echoed in their heart. Their heart missed a beat, they rolled their eyes and looked at each other and then at the entrance of the room.

Crash!

A tea cup fell from the small table at the center of the room. Gasp! The two people in the room jumped backward. They looked at the shattered cup and their heart raced. Whoosh! Suddenly, their eyes caught a shadow disappearing through the window. They held their breath and blood runs cold. Their spine drenched in cold sweats.

"Until you lead us to our doom." The middle age man whispered dejectedly. He looked at the young man in front of red eyes.

Creak!

The sound was closer to their ear. Their hair stood straight. They turned and looked at the door. While the middle aged man took a battle stance. The wooden door opens slowly and a person dressed in black, leaving on his visible entered the room. Subsequently, another person entered the room. After a couple of minute, five more people had entered the room.

Whoosh!

A red flame appeared in the palm of the two people inside the room. They took a couple of steps backward, staring the black people in apprehension. The men in black didn't uttered a word. They kept on staring at them.

"W-Who are you?" The middle aged man asked with a trembling voice.

For a couple of seconds, the intruders didn't respond to the question. "You don't need to know who we are." The voice pause. Then he continued. "You two are new in LonFall Pass. But what gives you the audacity to behave and talk anyhow you like."

The cold chilling voice sipped into the bones of the two people. Their leg turned jelly. The middle aged man open his mouth but the word stuck in his throat whilst looking at the ruthless of the men in black. 'I'd better keep quiet.'

"LonFall Pass is a holy ground. No one dares to sully it." The voice raise an octave. "And you?" He pointed at the shivering young man. "You dares to sully the holy name. What gave you the audacity?" the voice boomed and a powerful force push the two men backward.

They stumbled and crashed on the wall. The two people widened their eyes. Their chest rise and fall. The middle aged stared at the window but his eyes caught flicker shadow at the distant. He gnashed his teeth. 'Fuck! I guess this where it ends.'

Whoosh!

The middle aged man attack with a tyrannical flames. The temperature in the room rose and the fire shoot toward the men in the black. Suddenly, a gush of water flew out from one of the men in black.

Bang!

The attack collided, sending a powerful shock waves, destroying everything in the room. The men in black didn't take a step backward. However, they move forward. Suddenly, a short of ice attack came from one men. The attack was powerful, freezing everything on it path.

'What!' The middle aged rolled his eyes. Quickly, he gathers the mana in his body and a thick fire ball dance in his palm. The young man behind also ignite a fire ball in his palm. However, the power and size of the fire ball was smaller than the middle aged man.

"Attack!" The middle age man shouted.

However, before they could attack. Their body got heavier, they found it difficult to breath. It was like a mountain was resting on their shoulder. Veins protruding from their forehead and their breathing became erratic. The middle aged man rolled his eyes and looked at the men in black reluctantly as the ice attack hit them.

Ah!

They cried in pain falling on the ground, puking out a lot of blood. However, the ice couldn't freeze them. One of the men in black step out of the group and approach the two men.

"Old man. We've nothing against you." The black man said. He reached out and picked the frightened young man with his collar. He dragged the young man out of the room.

Immediately, the other black men step out of the room one after the other. The middle aged man took a deep breath, preparing to go after the men in black when he heard a voice. "Don't follow us? Beside, we won't kill him. But set him as an example for others to come."

Early the next morning, a group of people gather on the training field without uttering a word. The morning breeze blew in the quiet field, butterflies happily on the beautiful flower at the entrance. They rolled their eyes and communicate with their eyes. No one knew what kind of training they would undergoes today.

Suddenly, a slight groan came from the entrance. All eyes turned to the entrance and a young man with dishevel hair and swollen eyes walked into the training ground with some difficulty. He walked to his position staring at the ground.

Who's that?