Broken

Chapter 71

"Where are we even going?" I asked as we wandered off into the night. It would've been a grand time to use the seemingly 'useful' skill of <Night Vision>... unfortunately, the sky was clear and the moon was big and bright. Honestly, It was easier to see out on the tundra at the moment, than it had been during the day, with the glare of the bright sun on the snow. Sure, I couldn't see as far into the distance, but the snow basically made the terrain light up like a night-light. 

"Does it matter?" Eric chuckled. I hadn't really exspected a proper answer anyway. 

"According to the cat, wouldn't the banshee just find us on her own?" drawled Nick, walking with both hands folded behind his head, looking unbothered. Given the trouble we had in our fight against Adrianna, I felt he was being a little too lax.

I glared at the rouge. "Should you really call him a 'cat'?" I asked, annoyed at his attitude. 

"Why not?" he asked with an unbothered shrug.

"I mean... couldn't that be seen as a slur or something? Either way it sounds awfully rude..." stated Alex, walking up between Nick and I. My guess was that the mage was worried I might haul of and smack Nick up-side the head for his cheekiness.

"Terminology aside, Eric is probably right." interrupted Carson, levying an small glare toward Nick and his blasé attitude. "If this Rosalind princess is as battle-mad as Prangarrel says, then she'll find us at some point. Our only job right now is to get as far from the death knight's camp as we can, so John doesn't get roped into the fight."

Bryce nodded. "I don't know about Prangarrel's fighting ability, but if Rosalind is even half as strong as her younger sister, then John won't be able to handle it."

"Poor guy wasn't able to do much after all." observed Greyson, walking in a similar fashion to Nick, yet somehow the twin made it look like he was simply indifferent, rather than cocky. Perhaps it was a difference in bearing, or maybe it was just a matter of my own personal bias. Nick was a good enough guy- for a former criminal- but he had a tendency to seem more arrogant than was totally necessary. "He has such an OP skill too. You should get one of those." He added, looking over his shoulder at me.

I narrowed my eyes. "You do know the definition of 'random' don't you? I can't just pick and choose what skill pops up. Also, I can't even save anymore skills at the moment either."

"I'm sure that it'll level up some time within the instance. It hasn't leveled up in ages, and the difficulty of this place is abnormal- even for an instance we've brought you into- meaning we should get a ton of experience. Even I leveled up in that crazy banshee-battle last time."

I sighed. "Sure, sure." What did he mean 'even him'? He and his brother were only a little higher level than I was at this point. The intervals between our level-ups couldn't be all that expansive.

Despite thinking it would be pointless, I was about to try using <Night Vision>- if for no other reason then to satisfy my curiosity- when Kuro's hands flashed out and he was suddenly holding two dark blades. Proving that I've become accustom to dealing with these crazy people, I instantly found myself armed as well, even before thinking to even ready a weapon. I wasn't the only one either. We all knew how sensitive Kuro was, and also knew that he wasn't one to clown around. If he was expecting a fight, then there was going to be a fight. 

If he was getting fight-ready, then that meant we were bound to be in  fight.

Instantly we were in a circular formation with Aiden and Alex in the center. And it was good that we were fast, because the enemy wasn't playing around either.