"Instant Dungeon?!"
The moment the words left his brother's mouth, Ricky's expression shattered. The blood drained from his face, leaving him looking more like a corpse.
He knew what that term implied. "That means… Someone who has already won a Blood Carnage is here..."
He moved his eyes around frantically, searching for a gap, a way to escape their encirclement, anything. But his back was pressed against the unyielding grand building, and his front was a crescent of sharpened steel and malicious intent. He had no way out.
Driven by a sudden burst of survival instinct and genuine fear of what awaited him, he lunged forward, his two swords blurred in a desperate attempt to carve a hole through the line. But every strike was met with an iron-clad wall of defence.
