Chapter 8: Silent Death
Ryuki (nodding): "We're not done yet. We have to reach the high-security palace of Daegmon Kira."
Orimo: "Alright."
Ryuki: "Get in the car."
Rain streaked across the windows as Orimo slid into the passenger seat. Ryuki's hands gripped the wheel — knuckles pale, eyes sharp. The engine roared, tires slicing through the wet asphalt as neon lights blurred into long streaks of red and blue behind them.
Ryuki: "We'll be there soon… but listen — it won't be easy."
Orimo: "Oh?"
Ryuki: "The Four Serpents of the King. No one has ever defeated them."
Orimo: "Got it."
Ryuki: "Then keep your guard up."
She took a sharp turn, the car drifting with a screech — sparks flying as the tires clawed the rain-slick road.
Moments later, the car came to a stop before a towering palace gate, gilded with serpent engravings that seemed to twist and breathe under the lightning.
Ryuki: "That's the palace of Daegmon Kira."
Without hesitation, they stepped out. Their boots splashed against the water pooling on the marble path.
The instant they entered the hall, the sound of armor rattled — soldiers turned. One lunged forward, blade raised high.
Ryuki: "Get behind me."
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Three swordsmen collapsed before they even realized they'd been cut. The scent of iron filled the air.
Others froze, eyes wide — trembling.
Orimo stepped forward. His fist tightened — veins pulsing with mantra energy.
THUD!
He slammed a soldier straight into the wall, the impact echoing across the grand corridor.
Then silence.
Ryuki exhaled. Her aura sharpened, invisible yet heavy — a stillness that suffocated the entire room.
Ryuki: "...Silent Death."
A single breath later — Swish.
Blood rained down like soft drizzle. The soldiers dropped where they stood — eyes open, unblinking. Not even a scream escaped their throats.
Ryuki stood in the center, blade dripping red under the palace's dim lights.
Ryuki (coldly): "You were no match."