Dark Magus Returns

While going down the hallway, the group had discovered a few instances of blood. Most of it was dry.

They weren’t experts, so they had no clue how fresh the blood was, but now, having finally followed where Raze was leading them, they had come across a double door.

Right underneath the double door, their feet were standing in blood. It was a large amount, and the fact was the blood itself was still wet.

Everyone was alarmed, but focused at the same time. Being a warrior, being a wanderer, it wasn’t their first time they had experienced death or seen it.

The sight didn’t make them sick to their stomach; it alarmed them for what they might see inside. The group’s weapons were drawn again as they readied themselves.

“Does this mean that Barred Clarton is already dead?” Charlotte asked. “Were we too late?”

“We don’t know that yet, but we should be careful,” Himmy replied.

Ivor didn’t say anything, which was surprising. Instead, he looked back at everyone and gave a single nod.

In response, the rest of the team nodded back as well, confirming that they were ready. Right after, rather than silently going in, using a strong kick filled with Qi, Ivor knocked the door, breaking it off its hinges.

He didn’t care if there were people on the other side, and in some cases, he was hoping it would hit someone.

Ivor burst into the room with his sword drawn, and the rest fluttered out into the room in a semi-circle shape. Only Charlotte and Himmy had stayed behind the group as they had entered the room.

“What is all of this!” Charlotte asked.

All of this in the room were shocked at the sight in front of them and the stench that had immediately hit their noses.

Up against the walls in the corner of the room, there were bodies of the dead. They had been slashed, torn up, and across their chest, an explosion from the inside appeared to have occurred.

It was like their heart had exploded on their bodies. The bodies were piled up on the side, and now they knew what the blood was.

However, that wasn’t the only thing they could see. In the center of the room, there was a man who appeared to be in his twenties. A strange mechanical device was attached across his chest, round in shape that strapped around to his back.

His eyes—they were glowing slightly, and both Charlotte and Raze could see it; there was a lingering of magic above him.

As for the strap that was connected around his chest, at the end, they could see a tube linked to it, it was bending down and went into a chalice that was placed on the ground.

The chalice appeared to be made out of a type of dark rock. Crudely crafted, as if someone had only used a dagger to try and get the same shape of the item.

As for the cup part at the top, that was still made out of glass, and slowly it appeared to be filling with blood.

“You people… you are from… you’re from the Lethal Bite Clan!” Ivor said.

When Ivor entered, he had planned to strike down those that had captured the prey, but when entering, he was confused.

The young man sitting in the chair had to be the kidnapped victim, but then why were the people in the room wearing the Lethal Bite Clan uniform?

What of all the dead bodies in the room? Just what was going on?

“I need an explanation now; we have been ordered by the Lethal Bite Clan to come and rescue the individual!” Ivor asked.

“I don’t think it’s so smart to be asking questions!” Himmy shouted. “The man in the chair is the one that we have been looking for; we need to get him out as soon as we can.”

Inside the room, there were five men wearing the Lethal Bite Clan uniform. They looked at the intruders that had entered, and one in particular just had one order to say.

“No one is allowed to see this, get rid of them all.”

Immediately, one of the Lethal Bite Clan members had exploded with speed, and with a dagger, he had shoved it right through one of the wanderer’s necks.

It was too fast for the wanderer to react; his life had vanished just like that.

“What are you doing!” Ivor shouted.

Before he knew it, another one of the Lethal Bite Clan members had come towards him. The dagger was thrust towards his throat in the same spot.

But a sword had reached out, and managed to hit the dagger in question before it had finished off its target.

“Pay attention, Ivor!” Bargo shouted. He was the one that had deflected the sword, and with Qi, he gave a strike back.

The attacker had jumped back with his dagger avoiding the hit, a little startled.

Man tried to react to the strike but was too slow. When a fist came to hit him right in the head, Anna had grabbed onto the fist, and then with a single hand lifted him in the air and threw him up against the wall.

“Thank you,” the man said.

“Don’t thank me; just stay alive, all of these guys in this room are quite strong,” Anna replied.

Three of the Wanderers that were with the group had already perished, and slowly they had backed up so they were still surrounding Himmy and Charlotte.

“The woman is right,” Bargo said, as he looked at the opponents in front of them.

Their gaze was cold as they stared with weapons in their hands, as if this was an easy task for them.

“This is surprising, why is a middle-stage warrior here?” One of the attackers said. “They said those that might come to us would be easy targets for us.”

Bargo didn’t know what to do in this situation, even though he was a vice leader; these people in the room, they were deadly.

Meanwhile, Raze, he hadn’t made contact with any of the attackers yet; his mind was far too focused on the chalice on the floor.

‘The power coming from that thing, it’s growing… what’s going to happen when it’s filled…’