Chapter 50: Down Underground (III)
Dawn’s eyes darted about to find her attacker when a few silhouettes emerged from the darkness. There were three boys, only a little older than her: one bearing a sword and shield, another with a staff, while the last one carried a bow and arrows.
“Sorry about that,” the archer said this time. “You had left one goblin alive. It was about to attack you just now, so I had to swiftly end it.”
Dawn didn't believe him. The arrow did strike one of the goblins lying on the floor and exploded, eviscerating its form beyond recognition, but even if it was feigning death, it was in no position to attack her. She kept her mana in her grasp, ready to bend it to her will at a moment's notice.
The three youths were nothing to stress about, even if they were planning to ambush her. After all, all three of them were classless. She had no fear of any unclassed ascendants. It was the shady man lurking behind them who made her more cautious.
Although she didn't have the system-provided identification ability yet, she could tell the man was well into his Iron class. His level might be around seventy, with some kind of assassin class. Under the cover of the looming darkness present in the expanse, it would be terrible if they were to fall into a scuffle.
Yes, no more than a minute ago, she had dealt with goblins around level fifty with ease. But there was a huge difference between the level of an abyssal creature and that of an ascendant, especially in the lower ranks. Then there was human cunning, training, and class skills. All of it made a classed ascendant a far greater enemy than a regular goblin of the same station.
“Young lady,” the older man said, his form approaching the youths, “you seem to have gotten quite some spoils. Why don't you leave behind a couple of them for us poor folks?”
Her mind eased a little after hearing him. Before, she hadn't known why they had attacked her. They had no prior enmity. Now that the man had presented her with a reason, Dawn didn't have to be alarmed by his presence.
“You want the spoils?” she said, gesturing towards the few pieces of crude equipment lying on the floor. “Go get them. I have no need for them.”