Rem watched the blond Cavalier advance closer to the Hellhound after the prior attacks had been dodged and he moved out of his hiding place – it had been interesting to watch these people fight for their lives in the dungeon but most of their comrades had been killed which left them vulnerable. From what Rem could see, it was only the Blond cavalier that had composure right now, the other two were breaking down and that was what made them the perfect targets.
Rem appeared behind them and two soul sickles materialized in his palms, he pressed them against the necks of both Magus and spoke to them in a deep dark tone.
"Don't move a muscle," Rem muttered, deepening his voice on purpose.
They flinched but they didn't move, the cold tips of the blade against their necks. Mira held back her tears, her lips quivering as her heart pounded… there was nothing she could do – she could feel death already.
