CHAPTER 63: ANOTHER ONE

"Hahahaha!" The man laughed loudly. His face already beyond crazy.

Amon and Vixra glanced at each other, not knowing what was going on. It was like he had gone mad.

"Why are you laughing, bastard?" Amon kicked hard on the man’s gut.

"Hahah-ahnn-!" His laugh stopped as he groaned in pain. But the smile never left his face.

"You are all going to die! NO ONE WILL SURVIVE! HAHAHA!" He continued to laugh.

Fear started to build in Amon. What was this guy talking about? His brows furrowed.

Vixra’s grip tightened on her wand. Her expression was no better than Amon’s.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped. Amon’s gaze turned to the man, and he saw him — silent, mouth open from laughing, and wide eyes.

But his breathing had ceased. He was dead.

"Hah... he’s dead. It seems we didn’t get anything," Amon muttered, wondering about their situation.

"He said we will die... he might have other partners as well. They might attack us again... or he might be talking about something else entirely," Vixra said, her eyebrows scrunched.

"Do you think these people might be behind the orphanage incident and also what’s happening in town with the people?" he asked. His voice sharpened.

"Maybe... for now, let’s move from here. His partners might come here to find him," she said.

Amon nodded.

He exhaled sharply, shoulders sagging, his palm still buzzing from the residual mana use.

Then a sudden realization struck him. He looked around to find someone.

"Where did Mr. Griford go?" His voice was worried. It was already a mess. Now, where the heck had that guy hidden?

Vixra looked around.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Mr. Griford! We have taken care of them. You can come out now," she called a little louder so he could hear and come out from hiding.

Yet no reply came. No sound of footsteps.

Amon’s gaze turned serious and sharp. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Her eyes were sharp, scanning the alley closely.

Amon’s brows furrowed. He held out a hand. "Griford! It’s us! Answer!" His voice carried across the empty street, sharp and commanding.

The only reply was the faint echo of their own shouts bouncing off stone walls.

Amon peered into the corners, under carts, behind overturned crates.

"Mr. Griford!" Vixra called, her voice sharper this time. "Where are you?"

Still nothing.

Amon’s hand brushed against a shadowy recess near the far wall. His eyes narrowed.

"He could’ve hidden in the alleyways during the fight." He reached toward the darkened space but stopped, sensing no immediate danger.

"Maybe... maybe he’s trapped?" Vixra suggested, her eyes worried.

A soft shuffle answered them barely audible, but enough for Amon to hear it.

"There!" he whispered.

The two of them advanced together, calling again, more gently this time. "Griford, it’s okay. The fight’s over. Come on out."

Griford came from a small alleyway pathway between two close houses. He was still having a hard time walking.

"It seems you actually killed both of them... you youngsters are really strong and amazing," he said with a small relieved smile.

"Yah, it was no big deal," Amon replied. His voice was casual, not serious anymore.

Vixra also gave a small smile.

"Anyway. Now we should move before someone else comes," Vixra said thoughtfully. Her smile was gone now.

Both Amon and Griford agreed.

Amon turned back. His eyes fell on Vixra.

"We should find an empty place, just like we decided before... and might wait for President and Jareth to come back," Amon conveyed his thought.

It seemed the best option right now. More than anything, Selena, who was the strongest, was needed here. Also, it was better to have someone smart like her.

"Yes, we should do that. Let’s move," Vixra also turned to meet Amon’s dark eyes.

"Ahhh!" Griford screamed, coming just from behind them.

Amon and Vixra glanced at Griford’s side hurriedly.

Only to see a dagger thrust from behind his throat. His eyes were wide in pain and anguish.

"Ahhh!" No words came from his mouth. Only a painful cry.

"Griford!"

"Griford!"

Both of them yelled in unison.

The person standing behind Griford took out the dagger from his throat and pushed Griford. As he fell forward, his eyes closed.

Thudd!

His body fell lifelessly. He was dead.

Amon and Vixra didn’t move. Their expressions were shocked and filled with disbelief.

They focused on the person in front of them, who had just killed Griford, yet they hadn’t even heard him sneaking from behind.

He held two daggers in both hands, wearing a hooded cloak. But his face was not hidden.

The man was around thirty. A scar stretched from his left eye all the way to his chin. His expression was cold, without any hint of mercy, filled with a desire to kill them immediately. He was stronger than the two people Amon and Vixra had killed.

Vixra held her wand tightly, already starting to conjure a spell.

Amon, meanwhile, stared as he conjured a mana bullet at his finger. Mana coiled into a compressed small sphere.

While the scarred-face person observed the two of them, he opened his mouth.

"Where are your other two companions?" He asked. His voice was cold, making Amon feel a chill run down his spine.

Amon gulped, ready to attack at any movement.

Vixra’s wand gem started to glow brightly, showing that she was ready to throw a spell at any time.

"You don’t need to know... and what are you doing with this city? Why did you kill Griford?" she asked. Her voice was filled with caution, fully knowing this fight wouldn’t be easy at all.

The man just gave her a glance.

"What’s happening to the city? Why did I kill him?... because it was needed... and you two will die as well tonight," the man said calmly. It was as if he didn’t find them dangerous at all.

Vixra narrowed her eyes. A huge fireball started to form above her wand, making the air bend around them.

Amon raised his palm and shot the mana bullet.

Bang!

The man just moved his head to the side, letting the mana bullet pass beside him.

Bang!

The huge fireball, the size of a two-meter diameter, was thrown in the enemy’s direction.

The man rushed to his left side. His speed was too fast for Amon’s eyes to follow. Then he jumped at a wall, started running on it, and climbed onto a house.

BOOM!

The fireball exploded on the empty street.