He didn't realize what was happening until he felt the blades clash against his back one after the other.
Steel bit into flesh.
The force of it drove him forward, and shock flooded him as he found himself inside a mansion, surrounded by lords, completely unable to fathom how he had gotten there.
The last thing he remembered was escaping.
It seemed unfair—cruel even—to suddenly be on the brink of death while fighting for his life.
Still.
He fought.
He wanted to return to… return to…
He couldn't remember.
But it didn't matter.
He knew he needed to survive first.
Everything else would follow.
The lords gave him no room to breathe. Their blades came from every direction, forcing him to twist and dodge as best as he could. The scent of blood and smoke clung to the air.
Three lords.
Three.
It was suicide.
Still, he opened his mouth, prepared to unleash every ounce of fire and energy stored within his core if it would give him even the smallest chance at survival.
