A few minutes before Barn's death.
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'It really was just like what he said.'
Deandra thought as she pushed her sword forward. Her blade met with the steel of another and ignited sparks in the dry air.
Number 1499's nonchalant assumption had been spot on about a likely trap and a more likely ambush. He had cracked the plot as easily as breathing.
But did that matter?
Yet still they found themselves in this situation.
A direct confrontation between two groups; a five against ten battle.
'I don't know, what truly goes on in his head!' Deandra gritted her teeth in frustration and channelled her Mana for a spell.
What was the point of knowing about a trap if you were just going to walk right into the same trap?
Victor was... strange to say the least. He was vague, and unpredictable.
