Without strength, Boss's body hit the ground, while Blood remained on top of her, his face revealing his feeling of superiority.
"Luck is for the weak..."
With a leap from the lifeless body, his right foot touched the ground first, followed by the other, as the swords in his hands dissipated into the air.
"However, you were a worthy opponent."
His black eyes turned to Ghost and Ashia, and by Blood's will, a pressure descended upon them and the war-torn scene. His footsteps could be heard from afar.
"Inferior beings dare to defy me. If you waver, betray, or deceive Gachuti..."
As the words echoed through the area, the pressure increased, with Ghost attempting to draw his daggers.
"I swear your bodies will be on the ground."
Finally, the scene ended with the pressure vanishing and Blood seemingly sleepy. The moment his vision lowered, it rose again, but Blood was no longer in control.
How strange, I remember the entire fight, but not what happened after.
"Gachuti." — Ghost's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
In front of him was Ghost, unarmed, already putting his arm on his shoulder, hooded as always, only his mouth, nose, and strands of his hair visible.
"Can we talk alone?"
"Ghost?"
The two distanced themselves from Ashia. However, Ghost's cold voice, unlike other times, made Gachuti uncomfortable, and with a swift and precise movement...
"What is this?"
Confusion was clearly etched on his face, as his companion's dagger was mere centimeters from his neck.
"You're quite strong, Gachuti."
"More or less, but why the dagger?"
"Demigem suffered an attack with only one survivor..."
"Wait, you're misunderstanding."
The dagger was moved closer to his neck, clearly a warning, and colder than before, the dialogue continued.
"And now you've defeated a gold-rank Boss by yourself..."
Gachuti tried to defuse the tension between them, but his attempts only resulted in the dagger getting closer to ending his life with each passing second.
"Finally, you threaten us... I don't care what you do or don't do, but you can kill me, yet I'll take you with me if you touch Ashia."
The conversation, which felt more like a death declaration, reached its climax. Ghost's words still hadn't sunk in for Gachuti.
"Threaten? What threa... Wait, Blood."
Confusion fell upon Ghost after seeing Gachuti talking to himself as if arguing with someone.
"Sorry, Ghost, I'll explain everything to you."
10 minutes later.
Ashia was extracting cores from the monsters when he saw the two returning from their conversation and excitedly calling Ghost's name.
"Hey, Ghost, wanna race to see who extracts more cores?"
"I'm not in the mood."
"Wow... Boring."
His gaze fell on Gachuti, who was already extracting some cores, and remembering the battle, he became eager to talk to him.
"Hey Gachuti, tell me how you did all that."
"What are you talking about, Ashia?"
"About the battl..."
Ashia stood still as a statue, with Gachuti's face turning to shock and confusion, as Ghost appeared, dragging Ashia to a corner.
"Ignore him, he was bitten by a monster and poisoned with paralyzing venom."
"Got it."
Hunzia (12:00 PM)
A large building made of bricks and glass windows, with a double wooden door, and from there, Ghost and Ashia emerged, with Ashia moving again.
"300 ocideans, you're really a hole in my wallet."
"What do you mean? It wasn't even my fault."
"Yes, it was, but we should hurry; Gachuti is waiting for us at the guild."
"Then let's race there."
"No."