A few minutes earlier Before Lucas met Aric.
There is no help coming unless Heros kills all the monsters and closes the dungeon gate.
There is going to be a massacre inside of mansion.
That sudden realization hit me like a bullet, My back was drenched in a cold sweat as I realized how dire the situation was.
But I managed to keep my mind straight, This is no time for these useless thoughts.
I started to type on my smart bracelet, I'm sending an emergency message to Miss Lillian.
She will come here as soon as possible when she this message. After sending a message to Lilian I open a holographic blueprint of the mansion in my smart bracelet.
"...him"
Looking at the blueprints of the building through the holographic function of my tablet, I fell into deep thought.
Looking at the blueprints of the building I couldn't help but think one thing.
Big.
The mansion was big.
...and when I say big, I mean very big.
If we exclude all of the outside facilities, the mansion was about the size of a football stadium.
It had five levels, with the bottom level being a parking lot filled with multiple cars and the ground level being the place where the reception and dining hall were located.
The first and second floors were where the guest rooms were located. The last floor had an outdoor swimming pool with training facilities that the students could use at any time of the day.
Though they weren't as advanced as the ones in the lock, they were still equipped with state-of-the-art equipment such as gravity rooms and training dummies.
I took a careful look at the blueprints of the building.
...I needed to carefully analyze all of the exits and entrance points of the building. Where the closest and furthest exits from my location were located as well as which areas were the most secure.
Pinching the hologram to zoom, I carefully looked at the layout of floors one to three.
There are other exits besides the entrance of the mansion, and that exists at the bottom level of the mansion.
From there I can leave this damn place. I don't have to worry about most of the part since the staff member and security guard are strong they would be able to kill most of the members of the Red Sun organization.
The main problem is students, they have to survive at least one hour before reinforcement arrives.
Though I said the goal was to survive for one hour...It was easier said than done.
The assassins that attacked the students were ranked from to and were highly skilled and experienced.
This meant that even if the students fought against an assassin of the equivalent rank, there was a high chance they would still lose due to their lack of experience.
But I don't care about them, what I care about is ensuring that I survive.
-Clank! -Clank! -Clank!
No matter how many cuts appeared on his body, Aric ignored the pain and continued attacking.
Aric's frenzied assault proved both relentless and effective. His sword danced through the air with a primal intensity, each swing leaving a trail of blood in its wake. His attacks, fueled by a volatile mixture of desperation and rage, found their mark as he cleaved through the assailants.
-Slash! -Thud! -Spurt!
One by one, the black-clad individuals fell victim to Aric's unbridled onslaught. His eyes glazed over with a primal fervour, betraying a mind consumed by the chaos of battle. The sound of metal clashing and bodies hitting the floor melded into a symphony of combat, echoing through the once-peaceful corridor.
Simultaneously, Lucas engaged in a deadly dance with the remaining assailants. His movements were calculated, blending finesse with precision. Dodging their strikes with a dancer's grace, he retaliated with swift and calculated strikes.
-Clank! -Swish! -Thud!
Lucas' blade met its mark, sending one of the assailants staggering backwards. As the assailant struggled to regain composure, Lucas seized the opportunity, delivering a series of rapid strikes that culminated in a fatal blow.
-Slash! -Silence.
A moment of stillness enveloped the corridor as the defeated assailant crumpled to the ground. With two assailants now lying lifeless, Aric and Lucas turned their attention to the final adversary.
The remaining assailant, undeterred by the fate of their comrades, pressed on with a newfound determination. The air crackled with tension as Aric and Lucas faced the last hurdle in their unexpected collaboration.
Aric's breaths were heavy, his body covered in sweat and blood. Yet, the fire in his eyes burned undiminished as he readied himself for the final confrontation.
The assailant, sensing the imminent threat, adjusted their stance, revealing a proficiency that mirrored the earlier adversaries.
In the confined corridor, the air grew thick with anticipation as the last black-clad assailant confronted Aric and Lucas. Tension coiled like a serpent ready to strike, setting the stage for a final clash.
The assailant, undeterred by the loss of their companions, exhibited a skill that matched the ferocity of Aric and the calculated finesse of Lucas. Each step was deliberate, and every movement conveyed a silent understanding of the impending showdown.
Aric, his broadsword gripped tightly in his bloodstained hands, faced the assailant with a primal determination. His eyes, wild and unfocused, bore into the adversary, a testament to the raw intensity that fueled his every strike.
Beside him, Lucas assumed a poised stance, his sword held with a veteran's grace. His eyes, in stark contrast to Aric's fervour, glinted with a focused determination. The corridor became a crucible, and within its confines, three warriors prepared to settle the unresolved tumult.
-Swish! -Clank! -Slash!
The first clash erupted in a flurry of steel meeting steel. Aric, driven by an unyielding rage, lashed out with relentless attacks, his broadsword cutting through the air with primal force. Lucas, the embodiment of calculated precision, countered each strike with a dancer's finesse.
The assailant, adapting to the dual onslaught, demonstrated a remarkable skill in parrying and dodging. The trio moved in a synchronized chaos, each manoeuvre a testament to their respective combat prowess.
As the battle intensified, the corridor echoed with the sounds of combat—a symphony of clashing blades, grunts of effort, and the occasional metallic ring of a successful strike. The dance of combatants unfolded, the clash of steel resounding through the once-peaceful space.
Suddenly, the assailant seized an opening, launching a swift counterattack. Aric, momentarily off balance, felt the bite of the opponent's blade. Lucas, ever vigilant, reacted swiftly, intercepting the assailant's advance with a masterful parry.
The tide of battle shifted, creating a momentary stalemate. Aric gritted his teeth against the pain, and Lucas, poised with unwavering focus, faced the assailant who now found themselves on the defensive.
"Hey....Y-You okay... There?" Lucas asked Aric as Lucas breathed raggedly.
"Tsk, D-Dont, lol down on me, You loser," Aric said, trying to act tough but it didn't fool Lucas on a bit.
"That's good because we have some pests left," Lucas said, gripping his sword tightly.
He was going to kill them and get the hell out of there alive.