Chapter 61 What Do You Fight For?

Chapter 61 What Do You Fight For?

With how unseemly the situation had become, Northern stared indifferently with an eerie calmness.

His stance was slightly bent, extending the Mortal Blade in the pursuit of blood and flesh... to render the terror that stood before him asunder...well, terrors.

One of them was enough trouble already.

Well, it was unsure if he remembered how much of difficulty facing Night Terror posed or even though his consciousness was lost in the cold darkness of oblivion, his instincts still carved a memory of fear from that encounter.

Maybe he was tentatively looking at them right now because of the unspoken, unthought memories of fear that coursed not through his head but rather his muscles.

The two terrors stood apart from him, one holding a wicked, corrupted pole steel with sharp needle like edge almost kissing the ground.

The other gleamed with equal eyes of maliciousness, it had this serene flame of pure evil burning beyond the red shaft that could be seen in its eyes.

Northern's ragged breath soon became the only thing he could here, an uncomfortable silence overwhelmed every thing in that moment, drenching it in the tensed drum roll of the imminent danger poised by this two terrific creatures.

The one with spear poised to attack, and lunged at Northern with the spear. Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

Sidestepping the attack, Northern used the edge of his teneborous blade to control the direction of the spear, sparks flowing as its slid across his side.

Creating a 'Two seconds' opening he threw his arms into the monster's midsection, punching as hard as he could.

A blast of wind exploded from the monster's back, making the room shiver slightly.

The other Terror was poised to attack, flying through the air with onyx claws curved to cleave Northern's throat.

But he quickly reacted with his blade, sucking his breath as shock from the parried strike reverberated through his hands, making them stiff for a second.

He jumped back– as both monsters regrouped as glared viciously at him.

He looked at the hand he had used to punch the monster moment ago. His face could tell that even he did not expect such explosive power from himself.

But there was no time to be caught up in the good feeling this strength gave him.

He was faced with two powerful monsters with absolutely no way forward and a limited space.

Northern glanced around, then at the window.

His world tilted, deafening rings filling his ears as the force whipped his head to the side. His body faltered, slumping to one knee.

The monsters paused, feral eyes burning. The spear-wielder blurred into a vicious spin, hurling its blade at the dazed Northern.

He rolled away desperately, aiming for the window. In one fluid motion he leapt...only for searing agony to erupt as the spear punched through his shoulder, halting his escape mid-air.

Eyes widening in shock, Northern stared down at the bloody tip protruding from his flesh.

The Terror yanked him back viciously, dropping his body to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Crimson seeped across the stone floor as Northern struggled to breathe through the white-hot pain. Dark spots danced at the edges of his vision, his already lost consciousness threatening to abandon him further.

"...North"

Perhaps it was because of the semi conscious state he was in...

he could hear a silky voice.

Strangely it felt familiar. But too distant to make a significant difference.

And who the hell was North.

With a strained expression, he shifted his gaze up. Both vicious Terror stood above him, eyes burning with evil and maliciousness.

It was like they were waiting for him to die... no, that was not the case. If they wanted him to die, they would have striked to kill.

But one of the reasons why their attacks could be defended to such degree was because they seemed to be aiming to wound him but not kill him.

He clenched his teeth, trying to resist the stubborn tendrils of darkness that threatened to shut his eyes.

Everything he fought for... this couldn't be the end of it.

He tried, he really tried to stay awake... but the amount of blood he was losing was beginning to cause his head to feel dizzy.

It got harder to hold on to his consciousness. Northern laid on the ground, his hand posed to raise him up but not ever trying, his vision glued to the hideous feet of the terrors.

Slowly, his consciousness deemed... and before long, Northern passed out.