Prologue

Shrieking and blood-curdling screams echoed through the Hamblin household, breaking the silence of a peaceful, membership neighbourhood.

"IT'S A BIGLART! HOW DID IT GET IN HERE?" A teenage girl stood up, running away from the long creature that appeared at the middle of the room. Many long green arms stick out of the hard back of the Biglart. Black and red eyes covered the front and each separately scanned the dining room filled with terrified people. Everyone was wearing some sort of formal wear adorned with glittering, expensive accessories and their Class weapons at their sides.

"Don't worry, it is merely a Biglart, a Class A creature. Nothing a Rank A cannot defeat." A young man with an arrogant look stood up, quickly pulling out the beautiful pistols at his side. Before he can fire, the Biglart jumped on him, impaling him with an arm, knocking the guns out of his hands.

"W-wha? What is this?!" The man looked desperately at the frozen audience. "Why aren't you helping?" Snapping out of their shock, a few people stepped out feebly, raising their weapons at the Biglart. Whipping it's arm out, the being grabbed and flung them across the room.

Reaching for one of his pistols, he fired a few shots at the Biglart, but it just dented it's hard shell. Carefully, it snatched the necklace around his neck, it's pendant the symbol of the Hamblin house. "Finally." It growled.

"It talked…? An illusion! You are an Illusionist." The young man became smug as he realized that this isn't a Biglart. "Of course! How else would a Biglart be this powerful? Now I, the head of Hamblin shall de-" Before he could finish his sentence, his was ripped off by the arms of the Biglart.