Silent.
Fast.
Cold.
The Young Lord's pupils shrank sharply.
He did not need to turn fully to feel the intent brushing against his back.
It was too close.
Far too close.
The blood around him twisted violently, trying to form a shield, but the figure behind him was faster.
Swish!
A dark blade flashed beneath the bloody moonlight.
The Young Lord twisted his body with all his might, barely avoiding the strike aimed at his neck.
So, he thought.
Unfortunately, it was nothing but a ploy.
The real attack was targeting his body.
The blade cut through his lower back to his chest, opening a long wound that spilled fresh blood into the air.
Argh!
A suppressed groan escaped from his lips as he staggered, falling deeper into the hole.
Realizing the danger, his expression twisted in horror.
"Nooooo!" he screamed and with all his might and used the blood to elevate his body from falling deeper.
But how could the figure behind him give him the chance to recover?
Swish!
