The harsh rain continued to fall, drenching the world below it with its murky waters. Denver, who took his eyes from the woods, smirked as he stared at both the weak and pitiful looking Vawn that groveled before him along with his trembling son Jae.
"Vawn... I wanted to play with you a bit more, but it looks like your time has run out; I hope you have a good trip to the afterlife."
After saying those words, Denver waved his hand, causing the bandits that held onto both father and son to ready their daggers to strike at their vitals. However, right before this could happen, a startling scene occurred.
"Ahhhhh!"
A tragic cry sounded from the woods, bringing a startle to Denver and his bandits.
"Huh? What's going on?" Denver angrily shouted as he knew of his men's capabilities, even if they were to make quick work of someone, they would do it silently and efficiently.
A bad feeling came over Denver as he felt a menacing presence from the air. Not wanting to ignore his senses, he hurriedly hoisted his claymore while commanding, "Forget the two of them and prepare for battle! It looks like our intruders aren't of the average standard."
"Yes, sir!" The bandits said as they tossed Vawn and Jae to the side, no longer paying them any mind. They then spread out into a circular battle formation as if waiting to be attacked from any direction.
Vawn coughed out blood as he crawled over to his trembling son and held his arm; Jae looked at his father while shivering as he spoke, "F-Father, what do we do?"
Vawn stared at the current scene as he spoke, "There's nothing we can do, but hope, hope that whatever is coming will not be of detriment to our lives."
Jae shook even more at those words, his innocent eyes eyeing the woods that now had a spooky air as an unknown danger seemed only moments from breaking loose.
The air grew even colder as the dense rain fell without an end, soaking the bodies of each of the bandits that silently stood as they glared at the bushes. No one ventured too far, as they were experienced enough to know that only by working together can one face the unknown.
Denver, through all his years of experience, had never encountered an enemy like this. Still, he remained silent and used his senses to perceive his surroundings. He couldn't even sense a trace of his enemy, as if the scream just now from his comrade had never transpired.
'Where are they hiding?' Denver thought as his eyes showed traces of fear, the claymore in his arm rattling due to his disturbed mood.
Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed across the sky as the rumble sounded soon after, the moment this happened, a handsome, bulky, black-haired man in simple clothing appeared at the center of their bandit's formation. It was as if he was standing there from the beginning seeming to be one with their unit able to assume perfect synchrony.
When Denver saw this man, his eyes widen in shock; he couldn't even open his mouth to scream due to the terror he felt as his eyes swept across the eyes of the enemy, one that seemed no different from a bottomless pit of death.
Not only Denver, even the other bandits knew this as they had only discovered the man a few moments after Denver, the weapons in their trembling hands rattling.
"W-who is this guy?" Vawn uttered in a low tone, his eyes staring at the scene in bewilderment, but regardless, he was still in a bad position, so he watched in silence as he searched for an opportunity to flee.
At this moment, Marius stared at the men around in with an indifferent look. Though he wasn't trying to, he had unknowingly revealed a tinge of his past murderous intentions as an assassin.
Still, he didn't attack them despite being in a favorable position. He merely glanced at the person whom he had assessed to be the leader as he spoke, "Do you know what you've done?"
Denver gulped as he bit his lips and swallowed his fear before he replied, "You... how did you get here? How dare you question me? Do you know who we are?"
The bandits, as if being jolted by his words, soon recovered their bearings, their eyes shining with menace as they held their gleaming weapons with the intent to draw blood.
Marius shook his head and spoke with a sigh, "To think that those are your last words, it's a pity. Take these words with you to your next life, sometimes its best to not provoke random strangers. Grevlin, come here."
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