'1 life,' Adam thought. 'So there was a chance. Who am I kidding? Killing a warlord even once is an impossible task. Whoever gave them 999 lives, I hope that person burns in hell!'
"Alright, let's start." Adelram rolled the marbles for everyone at the table.
These marbles were slightly different than in Mad Marbles. They were blood-red in color, as if they'd been soaking the blood of their victims.
"Adam…" The First Sister whispered. "Both of us can't survive this. Isn't there only one victor?"
"Focus on the game." Adam said. "If we're the last ones standing, maybe we can make a deal to ensure that we both come out of this alive."
"Mm…" The First Sister looked at the marble and feared for the outcome.
"Let's roll!" Adelram said.
With the flicks of wrists, they hurled the marbles to the center of the table. The six marbles collided and rolled back to their thrower.
"9," Adelram said his own number.
