Lirian got tired of waiting, due to his enhanced senses, his hearing had reached new heights, the footsteps from the soldiers that he heard earlier, were from a far and after reaching the corridor, they came to a halt.
Lirian imagined that the sight of their former comrades who were decorating the corridors walls in their new forms of meat pulp and metal from their flattened armour left them afraid, so they waited for reinforcements to arrive.
Lirian sighed and extended his legs, he casually strode out of the room and found a small platoon of no more than thirty guards looking at him.
"Remain where you are or we'll attack," a brave guard shouted at Lirian, as he spoke the platoon readied their weapons, some of them carried swords and some of them held spears.
