Kratos merely scoffed at Chrono's statement, "Trespassing into our territory warrants death, that is our law. Your father did say that you were ignorant and dense. Now I see that he meant that literally." Lazaryos struggled to move the scythe, but being dragged by the two by the weapon made it hard to pull it down to use, aside from the net tightening every time he tried to move. As they all neared the heart of the territory, the trees cleared instantly to reveal a bustling village the size of a large city, hidden from the outside. Everyone within the village were just as Lazaryos had always envisioned every member of the Guild would be like. Even though many were having a good time eating and drinking, every single persona was armed, and many seemed to be hardened veterans of the battlefield. They all neared an open plaza that seemed to be the site of all their executions. Many tables were set up around the assembly area, filled with food and also filled with people. And there, in the center tables, with the best view of the execution grounds, sat the Tri'Malis clan, Chrono's father sitting at the very center. Six people took a firm hold on Lazaryos before the net loosened and they hung him by the wrists off of one of the tree branches. Chrono was then hung next to Lazaryos in the same manner after they stripped him of his upper-body armour. Chrono's father sat there and watched the spectacle, not saying a word, but rather just gave a dark and cruel smile, enjoying seeing the prelude to his own son's death.