Chapter 69: Truid Dungeon Quest (10) Demons...

Tyr had never seen this before. His eyes glanced at Cyllia: 'I never knew she had such a power! I saw her use the physical love strips sometimes but using them at such a high count is a genius idea. As long as she has someone else to distract the beast, she can immobilize it most of the time.'

The Dragonewt roared viciously again, still attempting to move. Hanzo grabbed its wrists, having to control it.

He gritted his teeth, "Strong mother fucker..." He said under his breath, "Even though you're in Love Prison you can still move enough to kill us all for a single mistake. Whoever placed you in this dungeon must have been a monster."

Hanzo sucked a bunch of air into his lungs: "Cyllia!" He shouted, "I'll flip this thing on its back! Wrap his stomach and limbs with Love strips and put another Love Prison on it!"

Cyllia sprinted closer, "Yes, captain!" She said, preparing to do just that.

She stopped a few dozen feet short, beginning to walk. Everyone else also made their way closer, all staring at Hanzo fight the immense strength of the Dragonewt.

He grunted as he continued to struggle. With a large push, he turned the beast onto its side. But the job was not finished. His hands, neck, and forehead bulged with veins and his face turned redder than a tomato as he pushed.

"Grrh! Garh!" He exclaimed, using the extent of his strength to push.

Cyllia continued to walk closer, even though the others had stopped. Urvil was still behind everyone.

Jonas and Tyr's eyes landed on Cyllia walking far too close, "Wait! Cyllia!" Jonas shouted, "Don't get too close!"

Cyllia approached Hanzo with determined eyes. They gleamed with slight uncertainty, yet fous.

She raised her hand's whip as it quickly began to glow in a pink light.

Hanzo gazed at her with confusion.

"Cyllia!" Jonas shouted, "What are you--", but it was too late. The Love strips shot out from Cyllia's whip-like serpents, soaring toward the beast but stopping shy of hitting their mark... and instead wrapping around Hanzo's wrists and ankles with surprising speed and strength.

Hanzo gritted his teeth in pain as the Love strips tightened around him, restricting his movements.

He couldn't let go of the Dragonewt, as it was in a position where it could heavily injure him. His eyes widened with disbelief, not understanding anything, and several questions flew through his head.

Tyr was completely taken aback and stunned, "Cyllia..." He said under his breath, "What are you doing." He whispered, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Meanwhile, Yurin moved swiftly toward Hanzo. He darted before him and grabbed his leader in a tight clutch--hugging him with both arms and legs and fully restraining him.

In that split second, Hanzo spoke: "Yurin? Why--" But he was cut off.

"Shut up... just shut up..." Yurin said under his breath.

Yurin and Cyllia screamed at the top of their lungs: "DO IT NOW!" Both of them were facing Urvil with eyes filled with urgency.

Hanzo, Jonas, and Tyr were frozen by the sudden tension. Their eyes slowly moved to stare at Urvil.

'They are betraying us.' Jonas thought inwardly, staring at Urvil.

'Hmm.' Hanzo thought, his eyes also locked onto the short girl.

'Why would they do this?' Tyr said to himself, his eyes also on Urvil.

They were all awaiting her answer to the screams of the apparent betrayers.

The short girl's face was shadowed. Her body language looked extremely nervous and shaky. She gripped her staff tightly.

"URVIL! Don't you remember what we said!? Don't screw it all up!" Yurin screamed at the top of his lungs.

At that moment, Urvil's head lifted, revealing a face that was drowning in tears and snot with bloodshot eyes from crying for so long.

"Hanzo!" Urvil screamed, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Everyone! I'm so sorry!" She fell to her knees.

Seeing this sent chills crawling up the backs of Tyr and Jonas.

'No...' Tyr thought inwardly, utterly bewildered and stained with disbelief.

He felt the blessings from before abruptly leave his body.

He looked down at his hands, 'This can't be happening.'

"From the Lord's light comes his darkness." Urvil began to say in a shaky voice: "May it cover one's life. May it cover his life." Urvil said, raising her staff as a blast of pitch-black Aura exploded out of it and rushed toward Hanzo like a tsunami.

It slammed into him, absorbing in rapidly and rupturing his stomach.

Tyr heard rapid and breathless pants above him. He turned to face Jonas whose expression was a mix of disbelief and sorrow, his eyes expanded with rage.

"No! NO!" Jonas walked forward with his scythe gripped. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" He abruptly roared at the top of his lungs in a rough and enraged voice.

He stormed forward at that moment, leaping into the air, "WHY!? AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE GONE THROUGH!!" He landed in front of Hanzo and Yurin, his eyes maniacally wide and his body roaring with fury.

He paused, his pupils dancing with shock as he saw Hanzo's lifeless face.

His lip began to quiver with emotion. His eyes slowly panned to Yurin.

Seething hatred oozed out of Jonas' being. There was so much of it within his body that he couldn't control himself.

The frustration built up to the roof and burst out as Jonas screamed: "I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU DAMN IT!" He slashed his scythe at Yurin.

"Cyllia!" Yurin yelled at that moment as a sharp pink pike abruptly pierced through Jonas' torso.

Tyr gasped subconsciously, his heart dropping as his body went limp. 'First Hanzo... Jonas... my friends.' He was overwhelmed. His mind felt like it was going to explode from what was going on before him.

The people who he had grown so close to were killing each other in front of his very eyes.

Cyllia retracted her whip as Jonas wheezed... and then she pierced through his chest again... and again... and again.

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Tyr scoffed, tears building up in his eyes and his mouth agape. His entire body shook uncontrollably.

Time itself seemed to slow as his eyes slowly looked back at Urvil.

She was crying nonstop, with no more strength seemingly left in her body.

'No...' Tyr thought, his head slowly turning to face Yurin and Cyllia.

And then... he saw their smiles.

As soon as those lips tugged to form smirks, an incomprehensible feeling of anger swelled up within him:

'Demons.'

He gripped his spear as hard as possible.