Both men froze when they saw the red eyes staring at them from within the darkness.
The combined pressure of countless shadows bore down on them like a crushing weight. Sweat poured down their faces as they looked around in terror, then their gazes snapped toward Aren.
He stood there calmly, eyes glowing red, a faint smile stretched across his face.
"You wanted to kill me, right?" Aren said softly. "Here's your chance. But this time… it's kill or be killed."
As his words settled, the shadows crept closer.
The pressure intensified.
They might have been level fifty and above, but that meant nothing against this many enemies.
At this point, desperation ruled them.
Either they killed Aren here and somehow escaped, maybe ran back to the one who sent them, begged for protection, new identities, new lives,
Or they stayed.
And if their captain woke up,that would be the end.
If Aren didn't kill them first that is.
The first man snapped.
