As Darian spoke, his eyes began scanning the bodies. At a corner, where the leg of the tyrant should have been, lay a fresh body. On the wrist was a familiar bracelet. Darian rushed to that side and began pulling his friend out. The bodies in the tyrant seemed to be covered with some kind of orange slime. Darian succeeded and he laid Noel on the floor. Darian went on his knees to check if Noel was fine. Luckily, Noel was still breathing, although he was unconscious.
At that moment, Darian could hear the scream of the little tyrant behind him, “Hey, you! I will kill you for this disgrace!”
Darian rose to his feet, gripping the sword in his hand tightly. He narrowed his eyes. He had no time for a little busybody. All he wanted to do now was to take care of his friend. For disturbing him, t
