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The Art Gallery of the Four Borders was said to be the most safest art gallery in the world, like almost everything in that city which was governed by the Grand Magic Judiciary itself, but today was not that day at all.

Lumiere stood there, transfixed on the chaos unfolding before her as if she was watching a scene from a play. "This is..." Her words were caught in her throat as she took a step back.

"What happens now?" Aurelia asked, seemingly transfixed by the raging and maddened bunnies who were just cute little bunnies a moment ago.

As the glass dome continued to crack under the relentless assault of the devil bunnies, panic and chaos reigned within the gallery. People screamed, scrambled, and desperately sought an escape route from the now perilous space. The once serene and secure atmosphere had transformed into a scene of pandemonium.

"Should we run?" Danielle asked, watching the scene with nothing more than curiosity. She wasn\'t afraid of them like the rest of them. For her, being by her brother\'s side was the most safest place.

Though he often makes her hurt and gets yelled at by their mother, she kinda forgets that part whenever she sees him.

"These creatures," Damien started. "They are dangerous not because of their devilish look or something but because of their speed and number. We will be pretty much eaten alive if these things broke out from the glass case."

The alarm blared off as the glass dome began to crack even further.

The distant sound of thick metal doors falling in places reached their ears.

"It seems the evacuation process is beginning," Lumiere said.

"That\'s good. I really don\'t want to be anywhere near those things," Aurelia said.

The doors are to keep things from inside, inside.

Running footsteps echoes through the corridor as three knights came to a stop before them.

"What in the bloody god happened here?!" One of the senior knights looked at the scene with horror, his hands clutching his helm. They trembled. "Alert the Judiciary and prepare for engagement."

One of the junior knights nodded his head, a scrawny little child of age not more than twenty years, and he was on his foot running to the only opening of the gallery.

Almost everyone except for the classy crew was there.

The senior knight wiped the sweat from his forehead as the remaining knight nudged him, alerting him of their presence there.

He was flabbergasted to watch the sons and daughters of nobility and royalty standing close to a legion of maniac and rabid creatures without any concern on their faces.

"My dear lords and ladies, why are you standing here?" His voice was stern but still respectful. Worry coursed through his body. "This place is unsafe. You should evacuate while we take care of this."

If something happened to any one of them here, even a tiny bit of scratch, this will become another war and the tournament which was intended for unity will become the mark of another pointless and brutal war.

"We are fine," Damien answered. "You should focus on your duties and make sure that everything is safe for the visitors."

The senior knight watched the situation before him with confusion.

"No, sir," he shook his head. "You don\'t understand the gravity of the situation. These creatures are not the same that you amusingly watched a few moments earlier. They are different and...and wild." His gaze shifted to the glass case, the wild and rabid bunnies, the gruesome and cruelty in their eyes, and the strength they possessed made him shiver.

The glass was made of pure sand from the Laira Desert, a faraway island now part of the Forgotten Lands, burned and molten to these glasses with the enchantment of the mages from this city. It was supposed to be the strongest glass structure, said to contain even a baby dragon without breaking, but for these little creatures to even make a scratch on the glass was a huge milestone, let alone cracking it.

Something is wrong, very, very wrong.

"And you know what this is?" asked the young master, eyes staring at the senior knight with annoyance.

"Not exactly, but that is what I\'m afraid of. Please evacuate while the knights and mages take care of this mess." The knight politely replied.

"If those creatures broke out through the casing, I can assure you that without a long range mage who can shoot from a great distance, the entire city can be in shambles," Damien retorted.

The senior knight looked at Damien with surprise. He never heard about these things being able to break through the casing, but hearing the young master made him more worried.

"Seems like you know an awful lot about so many things, young master." A lousy and sensual sound rolled out through the chaos-filled gallery.

A small chuckle escaped Damien as he recognized that cruel voice. How could he not?

The two knights saluted the new guest with utmost respect and fear.

"What\'s the situation, sir knight? That scrawny child was whining about some rabbits turning ugly. And what\'s that thumping sound? What exactly--" Her words were cut off as she came near the group of people, as she herself saw what was making that sound. "Oh, fuck."

Her face scrunched as she gazed upon the nasty creatures. "Eww, that is mad ugly." She crouched near the glass case, her curves stretching deliciously along her body. "What are those?"

The senior knight was about to raise his concern about the cracked glass, then gulped his concern down his throat as he remembered who was the lady crouching lazily like a prostitute.

"I don\'t know what happened but apparently the devil bunnies turned...devilish," he said, trying to maintain his composure.

"Devilish?" She snickered. "That sounds right about. More like devilishly ugly. You get what I mean, right?"

"Yes." He wanted to scream at her about the dangers. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Young master, you know these creatures?" She turned her head and smiled at the smiling young master.

"Of course, I know about them, Grand Inquisitor Viper. Perhaps I\'m the only one who has an understanding about them," Damien smiled, knowing very well where this will end.