She took the sword in her hands, holding it between both of her hands for a moment. Her fingers traveled over the inscription, remembering the man who had once wielded it. With a single look at the dead demon, she shook her head and placed the sword back.<br/><br/>"We have no clue what set them loose. As I said before, two months ago, they just started attacking. Slipping in, stealing away children. You'll notice, if you walk through the place, there are only two or three children left. They started going after young adults next, and the elderly. Bit by bit, we're losing our village to these things." She kicked the head away from her path, staring at the broken floor. "My father is going to have my head..."