Silence, an odd terrific silence fell over the room as they all stared at the body belonging to Moros Terra in absolute disbelief.
No one present could have imagined that the son would react to his father's words as he did.
Everyone stood still, not sure how to react or what to say. They all just continued to stare at the body, which lost more and more blood.
Aunt Carol was the first to react, using her magic she flipped the body over to view the damage down.
Everyone else just watched on without moving or saying a word. Their eyes lingered not on the young man, but on his father. It would be a shame to see a young man die here, but not a single soul dares to agitate the famous Patriarch over the loss of a single life.
After Moros' seemingly lifeless body had been turned, a click of the tongue passed over Aunt Carol's lips. While she did not mind seeing Moros out of the picture, the current circumstances would not reflect well on them.
There was just not enough justification to have him die here.
Her thoughts raced, she needed to find a method to prevent the worst outcome. This could never affect the reputation of the Terra family, not after they had finally broken through the shackles of this small town.
They needed to move around the whole planet, strengthen their alliances…this bastard's death would ruin everything they had worked so hard for in the last decade.
Why could Adam, not just have been an only child…why did their ticket out of this rotten, small town without even a name have to have this worthless pile of meat as his brother?
Why did it have to happen when the famous daughter of the Sanare family was here?
THE Sanare family, who holds over 60% per cent of all herb trades of all of Elysium.
"What a nice first impression to potential business partners to have someone die right before them," Carol cursed inside her brain, blaming everything on the idiot dying before her.
"Oh, you shouldn't have. There was no need to provide me with such entertainment," an enthusiastic voice echoes through the stillness. The daughter of the Sanare family smiled brightly at Carol and Jonathan Terra.
"How did you know that I like to save people on the verge of death? Not many know about this hobby of mine."
She gave everyone a satisfied grin, before dancing toward the sea of red surrounding Moros.
"~It seems you have done your research~"
Everyone was more than shocked, nobody had expected the Patriarch to arrange this kind of play for their esteemed guests. One more their respect for the Terra family grew; they truly were willing to risk it all for the sake of their family.
A sea of green mist surrounded the lady, before her grin turned into a devious smile.
Like a tidal wave of poison, it burrowed into the skin of Moros, who began to convulse greatly. Pained, muffled screams escaped his mouth as the famous lady was healing the injuries caused by his own stupidity.
Watching the body squirm and writhe in sheer agony contrasted sharply with the image of a calm, serene healer who smiled proudly at the work of art currently unfolding in front of everyone's eyes.
She did not know that healing in her way, being looked at by everyone present, could make her feel so good. She realised it, she was truly doing something good at this very moment.
Beads of sweat formed upon her face, as the wounds closed slowly, scars faded away and injuries disappeared without leaving a trace.
The development, much to the surprise of hers, was way too slow.
"What is wrong with him?" she uttered under her breath.
She had just used a modified high-grade healing spell, that while extremely painful, could regenerate arms, limbs from scratch…and all it did on him was barely keep him alive?
Carol's blue eyes looked at the pink-haired lady of the Sanare family, sweating so profusely with her petite frame. The aunt of Moros misinterpreted her struggle as a way to give back to the Terra family.
It would have been a considerable slap in the face, would she had healed him in a few seconds and then continued to just listen to Jonathan boasting about the benefits of their arranged alliance.
Now the brilliant, young lady had elevated their status to the surrounding members of the UN, by limiting her renowned ability to be on par with theirs.
"What a smart woman, Adam truly had a hand for capable women." Aunt Carol blew a few strands of her golden hair away from her face.
Looking at the figure of a promising spouse for the beloved nephew of the two. She could not help but judge it as flawless, much like her own body was. Both were very womanly, in her eyes, in all the right places.
So Carol decided to give back by starting to clap her hands together.
Soon everyone followed and applauded Miss Sanare for her heroic struggle in saving the life of the Terra family's reject.
"Thank you, thank you. I only did what my power obliges me to. Now, let us walk on and discuss the alliance between our two clans."
With that, Jonathan, Carol and the long lady stepped over the body of Moros and left the scene behind as if nothing had ever happened.
The UM personnel ran a few more tests, but those too remained inconclusive and without any notable results or breakthroughs. They too left the premises a few hours later, leaving Moros' healed body behind.
It was only a few hours later that the suicidal maniac opened his eyes again.
A scream of absolute happiness escaped his mouth the moment he regained his consciousness, he really thought he was a goner there for a second.
A few seconds more and he would likely be thrown to the lowest abyss, since he killed so many Ballas in his short life.
He took a massive gamble, he knew that much. Moros knew, that the reputation of his father did not allow him to stay his hand, thus he could not have let him perish there…since this would not be something the man of ambitions could tolerate.
As for the Sanare family, he was more than thankful that one of theirs was present. After all, they have sworn an oath to protect and preserve human life.
Without a healer present, he would have never dared to risk his life.
Alas, Moros had played his cards right. He avoided being questioned about all the bribes, and illegal things he did in this very dungeon. Everyone might think him to be some weird, talentless bastard. But he was all that and ALIVE.
A detail, which he held far more important than how others saw him as.
Having survived the craziness of the last few days, he swore to never do anything like that ever again. He would just kill Ballas till the end of his time and commit small illegal activities.
In a calm and slow manner, he stood up from his spot and began to waddle into his house to grab some water and a sponge to get rid of the blood he had left behind.
Clean-up did prove a lot harder than Moros would have liked to, since there was way too much of it spread around his home. Almost too much of what a single human should be able to possess or lose for the matter.
After finishing the trail on the outside perimeter of the property, the sun had already set and night time had begun…he would just splurge the robot a bit to clean the dungeon from the inside and be done with it for today.
But the moment Moros decided to walk into the dungeon he was stopped by an invisible barrier preventing his entry?
Confused, Moros took a few steps back and walked head first into it again.
Again.
And again.
[This dungeon has been sealed indefinitely. Until its threat level has been assessed, it is therefore not open to public usage. The UM wishes you a nice day!]
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," screamed Moros at the top of his lungs.
"My MONEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"'
The youth met despair, the deepest despair he had ever known. What was he to do with his life now, that he could not illegally earn money or kill Ballas all night to vent his frustrations?
He did not know what to make out of it. Was his life over now? Was this life even truly worth living anymore?
Moros sat there for a while, shock etched into his face.
In sheer desperation, he stood up yet again. Running into the wall with as much strength and speed as his legs could produce, yet he bounced off. He punched it, he bit it, he kicked it, he cursed at it, he pleaded with it.
To no avail, the Ballas dungeon could not be entered.
A realisation dawned upon him, he certainly would not have to do the unthinkable right? His family could not expect him to do what he currently thought of, right?
Did he have to go—to school and pay attention?!
He had gambled his life and now he paid the price…