Hey all... One of my commenters suggested that I put up a content warning on this chapter because it has darker themes in it.
So here it is: This chapter contains graphic depictions of torture.
Enjoy!
The rain seemed heavy as Alac, Doug, Mast, Cyril, and a few of the other thieves gathered up, regrouping for their next move.
"That was a fucking slaughter. What type of fucking sorcery was that? How could that dark elf summon so many exploding golems?" Doug cursed as he tried to catch his breath.
"I thought I've seen everything that a mage could do, but I never knew a mage could make suicide golem bombs. Those were not ordinary golems either," Mast said, wiping the sweat off his forehead, "We are lucky to be alive."
"Where the fuck is Remy? He was supposed to watch the convoy and report if anything happened. Damn it, now we lost a good fighter because of this shit," Alac complained.
"I don't know what he's doing. He knows where to meet up, if things went sideways. But he hasn't shown up," Mast answered.
"What should we do?" Cyril asked.
"We need to get out of here and report back to—"
"AAAHHH!" one of the thieves screamed as he was pulled into brush and bushes.
"Shit! Get the torches! They're in the bushes!" shouted another thief.
"FUCKING HELL!" screamed another one.
Alac quickly grabbed a torch and held it up, "Don't move! Show yourself, whoever you are! If you are one of ours, speak up now!"
Silence filled the air while the rain kept pouring. No one moved or spoke until they saw blood streaming out from the bushes.
"I-Is he dead?" Cyril stuttered.
"I don't know. Maybe," Alac replied.
"This isn't normal. I've never heard or seen anything like this before. It feels like the shadows are alive," Mast said, "Maybe we should split up and—"
They heard footsteps approaching them from behind and heard someone running towards them. They turned to witness a beautiful Dark Elf, wearing what looked like a bikini, running towards them. Normally this would have been an arousing sight, but this was a nightmare because it was one of Rya's golems.
"Oh fuck, it's her! RUN!" screamed one of the thieves.
"Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" Alac shouted, "We need to get out of here!"
They tried to run, but one of the other thieves got grabbed by the golem and was pulled into the darkness.
"AAAHHH!" the man screamed while being grabbed.
"We don't stand a chance against her golems! Split up and regroup at the meeting place!" Alac ordered.
The group split up into different directions and ran. Alac tried to find a way out of the woods but he found himself lost and running around in circles. He couldn't tell where he was going or how far he had run.
He didn't know if anyone else made it out, or if the golems had gotten them already. He could hear three more screams in the distance, but he didn't know who was screaming.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone who knocked him down on the ground. He quickly looked up and saw that it was Mast, who was lying on the ground after colliding with Alac.
"Ow, dammit, I think I sprained my ankle," Mast said while holding onto his leg.
"Mast! What the fuck, man? You scared the shit out of me!" Alac said, getting up.
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