In heavy breathing while getting out from that place hiding through the dark once again.

"I'm going to burn this place to the ground. I'm going to cut these people."

Stepping back, didn't he dare to look back the inside of the room. The brutality of what it holds, the sickening still in burns to his guts. Wiping the leftover vomit that lingers from his mouth Akatosh went to seek darkness for him to hide and recover once again.

The frightful disgusting smell pollutes the atmosphere from here, part ways Akatosh move steadily. Disrupting an alarm would mean death to him, so stiff Akatosh held the sound in silence as he cradles with the dark. When there's no dark to squabble Akatosh had to cautiously move from one place to another avoiding any encounters.

Returned to whence the corridors branches itself into four different paths, he saw a person. What's quite intrigue to him was, the man seems to be exceptionally fine, a rich man, a noble one.

A thought this man must have had dealings with these people Akatosh assumed. Three men of which were behind, two were different wearing a cloak masking their face. One seems to be a wizard-like, a bodyguard.

Calmly camouflaging with the dark Akatosh cautiously stays hidden in the dark.

"Look, we want this done as soon as possible. Our location is no longer safe for us to continue." Says the man in a hooded cloak

"I know that! This-this political affair with the other nobles is hard."

"I know. We'll deal with the other nobles that hinder our plan. While you have to do your thing."

"Oh… and one more thing."

"What is it!"

"The priestess of Endregar, you might have to distance yourself against her, or else this plan is compromised."

"What!"

Akatosh does understand what they're speaking, however, their motives are unknown to him.

First saw them coming towards the other shaft, towards the west side. And while Akatosh was in the northeast observing them from the dark. The other two people who he last saw went through east the other side of this wall.

Standing and still in hiding Akatosh got nervous. Following their talking, the two hooded people return to where they came from. The two, however, started to walk in Akatosh's direction.

His heart beats for another carnage, calculating his survival against these two people. All he could say is no more than 40%. The length of the corridor was no more than four meters wide, its height if he could assume was only 4 meters, good enough to maneuver his moves.

An element of surprise against them would prove successful. Though what worries him is the wizard. Not knowing what capabilities, the man holds would give a 50-50 chance of killing those two before they could detect his presence. The worst is the two hooded people. Causing a clash with the two would uproar the two-person. It's common for them to hear the crashing sound of sword and magic at a small distance.

Think before he could act. "If I successfully finished the two in quick attack, I would haste my way to end the two hooded people before they could spread the alarm, and if it fails me to do so well everything would go to either dead or dying." Akatosh thought.

With his sword in ready, his right hand tightly grips the handle of the unsheathed sword. "It would be foolish to draw the sword. Thus, could give a noise for them to be alarmed." Akatosh speculated. And so, he waited for them.

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To end life swiftly, the throat is the fastest way for Akatosh.

As they walk, Akatosh's heart begins to pound harder. Sweat and heat start to emit his body as he tightly grips the sword. In heat for expectation, they walk towards the other side of the corridor.

"That was close." Akatosh sighs in relief and lets loose the handle but still holding for an unexpected battle.

Remembering the other two Akatosh recalls their last conversation. "They seem to have an errand with the dead man. They could arouse this place after seeing the body being decapitated and hammer in a fatality. To tell, I do not want to return where the place gives me shiver but survival between life and death is in front of me."

Returning from that place luring them in the darkness he takes them for to an ambush. And while walking towards that place that disgusts him, Akatosh brought out a blanket.

Step into the room, Akatosh kept his composure in held. Covering the child that had been butchered by the man lying dead on the ground. It was a girl at her young age to be killed.

The stench gives him the urge to vomit once again. And he wouldn't dare to explore the experimented children stack in this room. All he could see was a body being stitched together, Akatosh also feel the faint energy lingering at every corpse.

Seeing the other corner of the room, Akatosh saw it as a perfect spot to hide the corpse of the man. "This would solve their panic after coming into this room," Akatosh says.

A couple of minutes pass, waiting in the dark. he heard a mumbling sound coming. Thinking quickly, dealing with two people at the same time would prove difficult. So, speed and quick reaction are crucial need for this situation.

Taking his time hiding behind the door which opens at 180 degrees, he waits for the right moment to attack. And right after entering the room, they went silent to unquietness surprise.

"Where is that man?"

"Maybe he went to the other side?"

"Bahh… let's get this over with wouldn't mind be get scolded again."

Creak, the sound of the door being closed. Seven meters apart they tilt around to see where the noises came. Only to see Akatosh dashing and drawing another short sword for a hack and dice.

Ready to cast some magic but too late, Akatosh was already quick to reach his life. Panic while casting a spell his words turn to fear. Life or death kill or be killed Akatosh without hesitation thrust the short sword into his throat and horizontally slice the flesh leaving half of his neck intact.

The other man paralyze in fear couldn't let out a word but only a terror in panic. Blood once again smeared Akatosh's face and the tunic, leaving a frightful look enough to scare a child.

Facing the trepidation man begging for his life. Akatosh grabs his cloth and then begun dragging him. He could kill him right away but gathering intel is particularly important.

"Tell me." Akatosh words are not loud but the tone was meant for killing. "Tell me all, everything you know, this place, the people here your motives, everything."

"I don't--"

"Talk low!" Akatosh interrupts by pointing the tip of the sword into his mouth.

"I will." The man nods.

"Okay then," Akatosh said while moving to where he hid the man's body.

"Do you know what I did to this man?" Akatosh says revealing the decapitated man and his pummeled head rolling on the ground.

"Don't kill me." Says the man as tears of fear crept within his eyes after Akatosh had shown his dead master.

"Talk," Akatosh says, intimidating him through fear and terror.

"I don't know everything but--" he said in a panic sentence

"First about this room"

"This place… M-my master used this place to experiment on these children."

"Experiment for what."

"I-I don't know but he-he said he was experimenting about stillmage using necromancy."

"Stillmage?"

"I don't know everything, he wanted to create a stillmage using necromancy I swear."

"I see… I saw a rich nobleman. What's his deal!"

"I don't know much but we used him in the agreement for Keshoval and Ahgraim. That's what the higher-ups are planning."

"I see… How many are you in here."

"The others have left this place so few of us stay."

"Numbers, I want the numbers."

"I don't know, seven or eight."

"I see…"

Unknown to Akatosh, the man slowly starts casting some magic until Akatosh notices his magical energy emitting through his body.

Through a single slash, Akatosh gave him decapitation. Akatosh doesn't know what spell he would cast nevertheless, he's dead before he could kill him and that's all that matters for him.

For whence Akatosh came here, killing a person, a monster would befall him. Who knew that coming here would change what he is. The first man that Akatosh gutted to death gave him the unpleasant feeling as if seeing himself as a monster. But right after those deaths and struggle for survival were killing gave him something, a thing that he couldn't understand. To kill or to be killed, to hunt or be hunted, to be the survival of the fittest.

He wanted to far interrogate him but no matter there are others here a religious fanatic is to be killed.