The fulminating darkness was cleaves in twain down the middle.   Just like that every lamp in the castle went out, a misty shadow drained from the halls, and suddenly all was as it had been--or more properly, as it truly was.<br/><br/>The interior of the hall was in ruins, the screen walls cut apart and splashed with bloods.  Fractured skeletons strewed the floor.  Out the doorway, the overgrown exterior was showing signs of rot and decay, corpses of wild animals next to stagnant fetid water.<br/><br/>For the Lord's part, he seemed at once to contract, fold in on himself, and screaming a final wretched scream, crunch into a compact ball of meat and bone.<br/><br/>All that was left in the grand hall was Saeko.  Naked, surrounded by carnage.  Alone...<br/><br/>... but in the distance she heard a rumbling of feet and stamping of hooves.  Men cried out, and it sounded like a whole stampede of people must be heading towards the castle.  Their sounds grew louder and louder by the second.<br/><br/>Was this some other deception?<br/><br/>Or had the peasants' rebellion arrived?