Devon seized the two middle-aged men who had just appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
The two of them were both holding onto a shiny red sword but still, Devon had a look of pity on his face as he stared at them. It was like to him, that both men had already reached the end of their journey.
"I said where is the blood rose!" While both of them were putting on the attire of the blood moon house, and their faces structure were identical, there was a huge difference in their height. The one who spoke was taller than the person beside him.
"Are you deaf!"
It was the short man that spoke. A few seconds after his voice sounded, he vanished and appeared close to Devon with his sword pressed tightly on Devon's neck.
His partner also moved one step closer to Devon, making it certain that there was no corner which Devon would be able to run, once the fight was to break out between them.
