Just then the knightly armor lined up on either side of the room moved.
First one of them made his way to the throne and drew his sword.
Accompanied by the shrill sound of the long knight's sword, the other knights also drew their swords and moved to either side of the red carpet.
"A kind of homage?"
Vayne was startled at first, but the knights seemed to ignore him.
Could he damage an armor with a single stone in his hand? This was Vayne's second question.
About 7 knights stabbed their swords into the ground and got down on one knee.
Their long red cloaks and shiny gray armor shone brightly in the small amount of light that was emitted into the room of the manor.
Vayne took two side steps and came to stand on the red carpet.
The knights did not react.
"This doesn't fit the scenario I imagined."
Vayne had expected the magic inside to be much more violent and brutal, but so far he had not witnessed a single moment of danger.
"I wonder."
Vayne had an idea.
Knights guarding an empty throne. None of them were recognizable under their gray armor, but Vayne felt a pang of sadness at their presence.
They were suffering.
Their masters were dead or lost in battle.
That was Vayne's first thought. Were they waiting for a new master?
The thought made perfect sense to Vayne. As stupid as it seemed, the knights had not harmed him.
Solemnly Vayne took another step.
And another step.
With each step he watched the knights' movements and saw nothing wrong. With each step his confidence grew.
The only problem was that the voices in his ears were still getting louder.
Meaningful sentences were now replaced by just sounds.
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Vayne quickened his pace and looked up at the great throne.
It was a contrast to his small body.
Vayne gathered his courage and sat down on the throne.
He closed his eyes and calmly opened one eye.
"Nothing?"
Nothing was happening.
Vayne was surprised by the comfort of the seat, it was the first time he had ever sat on something so cozy and fluffy.
After a few seconds of calm, the expected happened. The knights drew their swords and headed towards Vayne.
"So this is it."
Vayne sighed.
He hadn't had much hope since his first campaign.
He had come too far for someone from the lower ranks. The moment he was cursed by magic, his fate was already sealed.
Vayne slowly stood up as one by one the knights took the shape of a crescent moon.
"It's not that easy, motherfuckers!"
He shouted.
He was going to fight and he was going to lose.
If that fucking fate was laughing at him like this, it was too much for Vayne. He was going to fight and fight until the last moment.
As Vayne planned to pounce on the knight who would make the first move, the knights turned the point of their swords to their bodies and stabbed themselves with their last strength.
The knights instantly stopped moving and fell to their knees as the long swords were driven out of the knights' bodies.
Vayne watched in amazement.
Not a single one of the knights had killed him.
Only one of them still had his sword pointed at Vayne.
The knight in the center looked at his dead friends on either side of him.
The helmet on his face obscured his expression. But it was clear that he was in pain.
The knight turned his sword on Vayne and leaped towards him.
His attack was so fast and so smoothly skillful that Vayne was buried in the wood with the sword before he could even blink.
"Fuck..."
A pained voice echoed through the room.
Vayne swung the stone at the knight, but the sound was shrill.
*'Thunk...
'It didn't do anything.'
He said inwardly.
'that was it.'
He had thought the spell had painted him a rosy path, but it was a lie.
Vayne was just naive.
The knight left his sword in Vayne's chest and took two steps back.
As Vayne's vision cleared again, he looked back at the magnificent room.
The room was a ball of flames, with flames shooting up from the floor.
It was as ablaze as when he had first seen it.
Vayne looked at the flames burning his skin.
She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Slowly closing his eyes, he took one last look at the knight standing next to him. The metal silhouette standing to his right was bowing towards the throne with his hand on his chest.
"Pftt"
Vayne never understood the logic of magic.
He had killed him and now he was showing respect.
Anyway, Vayne was tired.
And sleepy.
'I wish it wasn't so hot'
These were Vayne's last thoughts.