Chapter 111. Intruder alert
On the first floor, the fancy hallway was a bloody mess, dead bodies ruining the shiny marble. Warden stood, his shirt tore, showing muscles hard as steel. His left hand held Erin Dranemount by the head, lifting her bloody, limp body. His right arm, briefly a huge axe-like blade, turned back to a hand, veins glowing with unknown mana.
He glared at the scared cult soldiers around him, their faces pale. "You weak fools, scared of this girl?" he roared. With a crunch, he crushed Erin’s skull, blood and bone splattering the wall, tossed her aside like trash, turning to the soldiers, eyes blazing. "Why do I get stuck with useless idiots while other wardens get top fighters?"
A soft, creepy voice broke the quiet. "Wow, you’re strong." The soldiers flinched, looking behind Warden.
He turned around to body, but another Erin crouched beside it, her violet eyes glinting with craziness. Her silver hair gleamed as she studied the broken body, then looked up, a manic smile on her face. "But I won’t stop until I get Leo back," she whispered as she stood.
Warden’s right arm turned into a huge, axe-like blade, while his left hand clenched. His eyes burned with anger as he growled, "Clone? You mock me with cheap moves?"
"Tricks? Oh, I’ve got plenty, big guy. Want to try them?"
Warden’s growl deepened, raising his axe-arm. "You’ll be great for the tests," he snarled, stepping forward, the marble floor cracking under him. But halfway, his body froze, eyes wide in shock. His breath stopped, his huge frame shaking like something grabbed him.
Erin’s smirk grew wild, her voice mocking. "What’s wrong? Too scared to come closer?"
A faint red line glowed around Warden’s thick neck, so thin it was hard to see. With a soft, wet sound, his head slid off, hitting the floor with a thud. His body collapsed, blood pouring out, flooding the marble. The cult soldiers around him, screamed, "Warden!" their voices breaking as they stumbled back, weapons shaking.