Two bone-chilling screams of terror seemed to mark the beginning of the Blackridge Bandits' downfall.
Blow darts came from who knows where,
Confusion Smoke drifted in from places unknown,
Potions splashed out of the darkness,
And blades flashed out of nowhere.
Jack Young was burning through his stamina at breakneck speed, but thanks to the pitch-black surroundings, tricky terrain, and his superhuman memory for routes, he was draining the lives of Blackridge Bandits just as fast as he was tiring himself out.
The dying screams and desperate howls echoed through the cave, and as fewer and fewer torches lit up the area, panic spread among the Blackridge Bandits.
One bandit, separated from the rest, was inching his way back, trembling all over. He’d given up—forget the reward, he just wanted to live! Every little sound made him jump, even the wind whistling through the cave sounded like Death humming his tune.
He scrambled and crawled back the way he came. Lucky for him, his cowardice kept him from charging too deep into the cave like the others, so now, he was all alone—but that also meant he was closest to the original fork in the tunnel.
Just then, hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed out of the darkness.