The boy with silver armor, Minimus, thought with shock. "Least?! Why did he give me the worst name?!" A scared look appeared on his face. He looked at Ismene fearfully and thought. "But I did everything she told me to! I minded my own business and tried not to be the center of attention. I pretended like I didn't know Brother! I even let Brother get attacked without defending him! I even let Brother die right in front of me! So then why..." He clenched his fists tightly by his sides. He looked at Ismene angrily.
Ismene noticed Minimus was looking at her and a terrifying smile appeared on her face as she looked at him.
A fearful expression appeared on Minimus's face. He quickly looked away from Ismene and looked at the ground. He thought with fear. "Is she going to kill me?! Is she going to kill me like she killed Mother's former First Guardian?" He began to breathe heavily extremely quickly as he thought. "That's the same look she had on her face back then..." A memory appeared in his head.
A boy with light brown hair and light red eyes stood quietly in a dark hallway with an expression of pure terror on his face. He stood quietly as he watched something truly terrifying.
He watched a girl through a crack in the door. A girl who looked like she was in her mid teens who stood in a dimly lit room. She had long light brown hair that was brushed over to the left and went about halfway down her back. The girl wore silver armor with a gold trim around the edge that looked slightly roughed up. The armor also had gold on the center of the chest plate. She wielded a sword in her left hand. She swung her sword up and down repeatedly as she sliced into flesh. Flesh of a man who had been gagged and strapped down to a table.
The man looked like he was a young adult. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a terrified expression on his face. He had no armor or clothes on as he was gagged and strapped down to the table. His clothes and armor laid down in pieces by the bottom of the table. His armor was dark red with a gold trim around the edge. On the piece of armor that was meant to go on the left arm had one diagonal sword which had been engraved into the armor. On the left side of the one diagonal blade was a mask with a line through the center. By the bottom left of the mask were three crossed blades. Two were diagonal and one was vertical. On the left side of the three crossed blades was a line.
The girl with long, light brown's face, hair, armor, and sword quickly became covered with blood as she continued to swing her sword up and down. Soon the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room were covered with blood as well. She had a terrifying smile on her face as she continued to tear into the man's flesh. She began to laugh maniacally.
The boy, who stood in the dark hallway watching the scene through the crack in the door, felt his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He muttered in a scared tone. "Sister...?!"
The girl with light brown hair immediately turned her head as soon as she heard his voice. She had a terrifying smile on her face as she stared at him through the crack in the door.
The boy was immediately overcome with fear. He turned and bolted as fast as possible down the hallway.
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Minimus's hands shook as he breathed heavily. He thought with extreme fear. "She is going to butcher me... Just like she did to him..." He breathed heavily extremely quickly.
A hand touched Minimus's left shoulder. He immediately looked over at who placed their hand on him.
The man with the dark red hair said in a serious tone as he said to Minimus. "Don't worry, my lord. I already told you before." He looked at Ismene as he said to Minimus. "I won't let anyone harm you!"
Minimus's breathing steadied. He calmed down and thought. "So I'm safe as long as 'his' Fifth is here to protect me?" An angry expression appeared on his face as he thought. "I hate 'him'! What is with 'him' always trying to have his associates help me?! Does 'he' think I like him treating me better than Brother? 'He' desperately wants me to replace him. What a pathetic piece of-"
Minimus's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard mischievous laughter from the sand pit. He turned his head and looked down at the sand pit.
Set stood next to the boy with no armor who laid motionless on the ground. He had his arms crossed as he tapped his left arm with his right pointer finger. He chuckled mischievously and said. "How fascinating. Your aura is completely different from the last one. My body didn't get torn apart just by trying to approach you."
Minimus thought. "Huh? What is he talking about...? His aura...?"
Set looked back at the man with crimson armor and said. "Nikator, pass me your sword!"
Minimus looked at the man with crimson armor and thought. "His name is Nikator...? Why does that name sound familiar to me...? Where have I heard that name before...?"
The man with crimson armor, Nikator, smirked mischievously as he said. "Fine. But I better get it back." He chuckled mischievously and said. "Or you will owe me a replacement." He pulled his left arm back toward his side and then he suddenly threw his arm forward. As he threw his arm forward he let go of the crimson greatsword.
The crimson greatsword flew through the air and spun several times as it flew toward Set. It then stopped. Set had grabbed it with his left hand. He immediately sliced across his chest diagonally with the greatsword. His blood spilled onto the boy with no armor.
Minimus thought with surprise. "He cut himself?!"
When the blood from Set came in contact with the skin of the boy with no armor something strange happened. A scene no one in the stadium had ever witnessed before began to occur. Thick dark black threads erupted out of the skin of the boy with no armor.