8 Lets Brawl (1/2)
Ivan exclaimed in surprise ”WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T WORK?”
Realizing his actions were guilty of being stressed Dean calmed himself, taking a deep breath and answered
”The talisman isn't working. It's not glowing and burning away. I don't even sense any qi in it anymore.”
To him the ink scribbled on the paper didn't look special and made it out to be a children's poor handwriting. Having few experiences with inscriptions Dean was confused, relying on his friends for clarification.
The golem acknowledged their difficulties ”I am certainly surprised you children have yet to discover it. The young man's sword was clearly highlighted with runes yet you never came to the conclusion why his sword wasn't effective?”
The 'young man' the golem was referring to was of course Christian who lay on the mat with low growls echoing once in a while due to blood exiting his body and the intolerable pain.
Dean dismissed his suspicion as nothing more than skepticism but never knew his doubt was very accurate.
The golem professed information the children were ignorant to ”This room is covered with an array that suppresses the addition of runes. Unless given special permission like the fire orb you may have found only then will the runes work.”
”The only way to get into this room was a teleportation inscription on the wooden slabs. To get out... the only possible way is to beat me. If you so wish to save that person then you'll have to remove my core, killing me and take the key inside of the core.”
There was a very awkward silence. No one made a move, not even the golem. He allowed the children to slowly accept what he said but he inwardly desired something.
'Desperation is a scary weapon my master has used that can make a man change for the better. For others it is nothing more than suicide if they are reckless. I can only give them my best wishes'
Dean gulped at the realization he was just generally told.
To escape from this hellhole.
You need to take away a life.
It was quite strange, the notion of a golem is equal to a life. For any normal person this would be a thought of a fool but that requirement fit perfectly for Dean.To him the thought of a man-made creature was equal to a life with years of heritage.
This golem has lived for who knows, guarding an inheritage with that one job being his only meaning in life. Surely he has gained his own experience after living for a long time.
This was quite the opposite for Anne and Pierre
To them they currently launched a barrage of attacks against the golem after the subtle peace. They didn't care about the sacrifice needed and the golem was nothing more than a piece of rock in their way.
This type of ruthless thought could be contributed to the competitive nature of great clans but to make a child devoid of sensible thoughts was... cruel in the kindest of words.
Ivan analyzed his situation very carefully.
Dean was tending to Christian who is already very injured.
No matter what grudge they may have had, to wish upon Christian's death was far too childish. Even his pride wouldn't just allow his friend to die.
Dean was still as ever gentle as he remembered. If the reason he made friends was only because of connections then Dean would break that principle.
His pure kindness is the only thing that makes him reassured in the future he'll have a good brother to rely on. To tread against a house a home full of wolves that aren't afraid to eat their own kind can make a man heartless but Ivan was the opposite.
He yearned to be a the top, free of all his worries. Working hard to meet the expectation of the next generation was what he hoped to accomplish but being at the top is a lonely journey.
Without friends how painful must the process be?
He noticed the strange attitude of Anne and Pierre. Their rash actions were unusual and Ivan felt there was something off about their sudden apprehension to their situation.
If he had to guess what it was then he would guess they were afraid of death. A thing that barely anyone human can explain what it feels like. It is an excellent fuel for accelerating the growth of the geniuses but also a fuel for a person to drive into their death.
Their recklessness was worrying but the both of them were still weary with the evidence of failure to dodge being Christian.
Ayesha had no perceivable change as she remained true to her quiet nature and left resting on a wall.
Rose on the other hand... she seemed more calm than usual.
Was the notion of death freezing her in her tracks?