They managed to reach the door in time, entering quickly. They tried to push the door shut but they couldn't; it didn't even budge in the slightest. The panic that had been slightly elevated returned immediately.
But for some reason, the monster stopped halfway through the hallway. It stared at the door, and its eyes trembled. It slowly took a step back and then turned, running away.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, everyone aside from Silva. Something was off, and he could tell. Why did the monster fear this room that they were in? There had to be some reason.
But as he worried, the others were already busily looking around the room.
It was a massive hall, and it had four doors coming from different directions. The floors were laid with marble, the walls had flickering torches that swayed grimly side to side.
And at the center was a black stone coffin. It gave off an eerie feel, but only Silva paid attention to it.
*What's with that coffin? All my warning signals are blaring. I don't think we should be here, but also outside there is the monster, there is no way we are escaping it.
And if it turns out that there are more than one of them, how do I even handle that?* He swallowed hard. There was no choice, so he walked to the wall and sat down, leaning his back against it and shutting his eyes.
Only for a few seconds later, footsteps approached him. He opened his eyes and looked up; Lewen was there standing in front of him.
Suddenly Lewen grabbed him by the collar, raised him up, and slammed him into the wall. "You fucking useless piece of shit," Lewen roared, saliva pouring from his mouth onto Silva's face.
Everyone stared at Lewen. Peter frowned; he took a step forward but the archer stood in front of him.
"You are the one that brought us a shitty sensor, so don't interfere, or we are going to have a problem," the archer said.
Peter's face shifted into disgust and then rage. He grabbed the archer by the collar. "You think a sensor could have saved us from what happened? If not for his ability, how would we have found this room?" Peter roared.
He looked up at Lewen. "I don't care if you are special or unique, Lewen. If you don't let go of Silva, I'll fight you to the death, and even if I die, I'll make sure I do irreparable damage to you, I'll ensure I spoil your future, so don't fucking piss me off." Peter roared. He pushed the archer away; she drew her sword.
Lewen looked at Peter, a frown forming on his face. He was stronger than Peter, yes, but if Peter went at it with everything that he had, he would for sure damage Lewen's future.
Lewen let go of Silva and walked away.
"A selfish pig like you only understands conversation when your pathetic future is at stake," Silva spoke loud and clear, his words fuel to the fire.
Lewen turned around and attacked without holding back. His fist slammed into the head of Silva; it bounced off the wall, blood spilling from his mouth.
Peter gritted his teeth and immediately attacked, his sword glowing red. He slashed down at Lewen with reckless regard and all his strength.
Lewen reacted fast and pulled his sword, blocking the attack at just the right moment. He skidded backward but managed to keep himself from falling.
"What the fuck did I tell you about touching him?" Peter roared, veins bulging from his head. The fury in his eyes was unfiltered and heavy.
Lewen stared at Peter. He was ready to beat this kid, but he knew the eyes of someone who didn't regard death, and that was the eyes Peter carried now. If he engaged, the battle would scar him for life.
He took a step back. "Fine, you two ducks can have your stay together. We are splitting this party," Lewen said and walked away.
Silva slid down the wall. "I'm sorry, Peter," he said.
"Sorry for what?"
"For fucking everything up. I always do that, fuck shit up recklessly, and now I fucked this up."
"You did not. You managed to save us. If not for you sensing this place, we would have been dead already," Peter said.
Silva didn't argue; he just sat there, keeping his eyes on the coffin.
Suddenly Stacy came toward Silva. She sat beside him without asking.
"It's been a while," she muttered.
"Yeah," he replied without emotion.
"How have you been?" she asked.
He let out a deep sigh. "You don't have to talk to me, Stacy. It's not worth it. I'm not someone in your class anymore, you're ahead with a beautiful future ahead being a healer.
We stopped being friends a long time ago. It will only hurt me if we open old wounds." Silva went straight to the point. His words stung; she looked down and took a deep breath.
"My bad, I just wanted to catch up," she said and got up. He let out a pained breath. Stacy wasn't just his friend, she had been his first and only crush. She damaged his ability to love after she left, because if someone as close as her could walk away, then no one could stay. No one would stay.
The room became quiet for a while, and then suddenly, other parties ran in through the doors that were around. In only a few seconds, there were about twenty inside the room.
But before they could even get to know each other or know what was happening, all the doors suddenly closed and the torches flickered.
The air got cold rapidly; the air smelled of sulfur and burning despite the cold. And then suddenly there was a loud creak, the cover on the black coffin shifted. Everyone looked at the coffin; the cover kept opening until finally it fell off.
Bam
The sound was loud and heavy, and as it did, the smell of death filled the hall.