Fate Of The Twelve (Completed)

Chapter 48: Reflection

I squeaked in sudden surprise when the dark abyss suddenly vanished in an instance and I found myself along with the two Leirum's inside a large room...

I huddled myself and quickly backed away into a corner, grabbing a sword that I just found hanging from the wall along with a variety of many weapons just to protect myself but the two seemed not to care at the given change of location.

My eyes scanned around and darted around in all directions, wondering where we were and all I could see was a torn down room.

The walls had cracks along them, the white paint peeling off mostly and revealing a sad dark gray color. The floor we were standing on were all rickety and old, rough and dirty, obviously not taken care off and abandoned for at least a century.

Inside this room, I couldn't see any furniture inside. Not a bed, nor a cabinet...nor anything of the usual basic ones. The room was simply barren.

Despite it being empty and barren, all sorts of weapons and blades hung along the wall, adding a more creepy feel at the already dreadful atmosphere inside due to the two first rankers.

The air was also humid and it stank of the smell of rotten wood and the only way out I can see is a single door behind the two. There were no windows here and the door is only the means of escape... if I plan to get out of here, I need to get past those two but I can't see how...

"Listen here Muriel. I am the real first ranker here. Come with me and let's leave this place already." A harsh tone made me look up and I saw one of the Leirum's walking up to me and I quickly stood up in my stance, ignoring my own pain as I threateningly gripped the sword in my hands.

"Don't... Don't come near me." I croaked out in a hoarse voice. Before the guy can even talk, the other Leirum smashed him against the wall, it's hands around it's neck but the first one quickly kicked his attacker on the guts, making the other one fly back.

"Tsk. Don't listen to this demon's crap. Don't even try and trust any of us if you still want to keep playing safe." The other one spat and it felt like cold water was poured on me at his words since it was the truth.

I gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, gritting my teeth as I focused my gaze at the two who were both glaring at each other and preparing to launch full attacks on each other while they waited and tried to feel who would attack first.

That's right... if I play safe... I can still survive.

It was foolish to think that way when there was a possibility that one of the two may be the real first ranker but I don't have any other choice do I? Even if I don't want anyone getting hurt for me...who's to guarantee that I won't if I try to trust one of them?

"I really hate filthy demons interfering with my businesses. You should've remained in the pits of Tartarus." one hissed, grabbing a sword from the wall behind him and the other one did the same, their glares never leaving each other for even a moment.

Dread filled me and cold sweat slid down my parched skin while my body shook. Were they planning to fight each other?

My question was soon answered a second later when both of them lunged at each other at the same time, their swords clashing together and I can swear that sparks flew off.

One brought up his leg and aimed to kick the other on the side but the other quickly saw the movement and jumped a step away before they went on at each other's throat again.

I just watched horrified and frozen in my spot as they tried to kill each other off, both their eyes gleaming with the thirst for blood to spill. They looked so much like blood thirsty barbarians while going at each other like that.