Silas jumped down from the building, placing his hand on the gates. The second he used [Disintegration] on the concrete, everything — along with the metals — crumbled to pieces.
Silas observed Ice who'd slumped down and closed her eyes to rest before returning his gaze to the mansion. He pocketed his hands, walking to the doors and chuckling to himself.
He stepped through the wide open doors, then his arm transforming into a metallic block to shield his face from the spray of bullets from within the building, and Silas sighed calmly.
The second the bullets stopped, and he dropped his hand, Silas appeared by the doors to the next room, leaving a trail of blood and bullets, the shredded bodies by his left and right.
He ripped them in halves faster than anyone could react. Silas raised his leg and kicked down the door, stepping inside with a cold gleam in his eyes, to find a man charging at him.
The man was holding some weird long sword, and his stance looked good. Silas held this courageous fool in high regard, and let him get closer, before he reached out his arm of iron.
The second Silas grabbed his sword, the man's expression changed. Silas pulled the man in close, then slammed his fist into the man's face, shattering the man's skull with one blow.
He threw the body to the side. Just like the former room, this one was dark and had just one door leading to the next. Silas paused, counting the furniture in the room, "I see seven,"
Silas walked through the room, observing every nook and cranny of the room before he bust down the next door and stepped inside. This time, he ignored the guards hiding inside.
"Am I in an illusion?" Silas paused, groaning as he turned from left to right, finding that this room was the exact same as the last— if not the first —room. He calmly moved forward.
When he reached the next door, he paused. Silas placed his palm on the door, feeling the texture, before he calmly withdrew his hand. When he turned around, the scenery changed.
Silas found himself standing in a massive hall, with the four men covering by the corner. A tall man with wavy blue hair and piercing ink-blue eyes towered at the far end of the hall.
"You noticed it faster than I thought you would," The man spoke calmly, then he turned to the side where the other men sat cowering, "I thought they'd serve a great camouflage."
"You thought wrong." Silas replied plainly. He noticed a couple of flying hearts from the edge of his sight. The stream must have gone crazy as he noticed his ratings growing faster.
"Even since you stepped foot into this building, you trapped yourself." The blue haired man began to speak, stepping towards Silas and reaching out a hand, "My name is Persus."
A spear materialised out of water particles, and the blue haired man caught it midair, then he charged towards Silas. His feet caused the walls to tremble, his armour gleaming.
Silas frowned seeing him. He was all prepared for battle, wearing armour and all, but all Silas had was a stick and his powers. He frowned, maybe he had overdone it this time.
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On the other hand, Luke and the young girl had charged through the illusion only to see a couple of armed men surrounding Ice. Luke turned to run, but he was stopped by a bullet.
Seeing the smoke emitting from the road by his leg, Luke dared not take another step. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he turned around to face the armed men, trembling.
"Thanks for leading them to us, Selena." One of the men in bullet proof vest said to the young girl. He pulled her away from Luke and over to their side, "He'll be happy with you."
"What— what are you trying to say?" Luke stood stunned, staring at the young girl with his jaw hanging loose from his mouth. He stepped forward, "No, we saved her from thos—"
Before he could finish, one of the men stepped forward and hit him in the face with the butt of their gun, causing him to stagger back with a bloody nose, unable to gather himself.
"You were merely bait for us to get our hands on Ice," The man stared at Luke, his eyes emotionless as he explained, "In this state, she will sell for a good amount, wouldn't she?"
Luke's eyes widened as he turned to Ice who sat with her head bowed. She seemed not able to move an inch, much less say a single word. Luke clenched his fists, "Are you mad?"
"Heroes aren't easy to get a hold off, are they? I wonder how much her family will pay to get her back?" The man said as he tapped his chin with his finger, and Luke charged him.
Luke punched him in the face, sending him staggering back. Another man stepped ahead and slammed their gun in Luke's enraged face, causing Luke to stumble backwards in shock.
They swept him off his feet, and three out of the ten men stepped forward to beat Luke with their guns. The men beat him until he could no longer move before they stepped back.
"Don't be in such a rush to die, will you?" The man stepped forward, grabbing his jaw in one hand and holding his gun in the other, glaring on Luke, "We'll work on that energy."
"You think you've won, haven't you?" Luke coughed up blood, grasping the ground in a struggle for breath, wheezing and coughing. His eyes burned with rage, "You insult us all."
"Once boss has made quick work of your friend, we'll deal with you two." The man said in a mocking tone, turning around to leave Luke in the dust, "I will wait at the front door."
Luke wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh so hard until tears rained down his cheeks, a pool of blood from his mouth, and his intestines burst. They will see the error of their ways.