Chapter 10: God-forbidden creature.

Deep beneath the normal Silversmith family house, where nobody in the neighborhood knew a secret underground lair was, Arnold, Clark, and Aaron strode into their armory.

The room sparkled with a formidable array of weapons; ornate swords with intricate hilts, high-tech rifles with scopes and silencers, silver bullets polished to a gleam, and armor etched with silver filigree that seemed to shimmer in the light.

The air was heavy with the scent of gunpowder and oil, a potent reminder of the hunters' unwavering readiness.

Arnold and his two sons swiftly gathered their weapons of choice, which seemed like they were humming in anticipation for the attack they were embarking on.

With practiced efficiency, they cleaned and prepared their arsenal for the impending battle. They strapped silver bullets, knives, and daggers to various parts of their cloth armor.

Next, they packed bombs, shrapnels, and an array of other deadly technological tools into a sturdy black duffel bag, its thick fabr