Legacy Of The Extra-Chapter 36: The First Ash(3)

The air inside the underground base was damp and stale. The flickering lanterns dimly light up the whole room. The walls were bruised and dark, telling a tale of the old.

Clink! 

Clank!

The sound of chains rattling echoed across the room among the murmurs and breaths of a few people.

"Hah... Hah... She is tight," A man grumbled, his voice laced with pleasure as he moved his hips back and forth. He wore rags of blue tint, and his pants were down, revealing his nether.

Below him lay a woman, her clothes torn, and her bruised hands were tied to shackles of steel, making the noises as the man pushed further inside her.

Her eyes were dull.

Devoid of any colours.

Her life had been shattered and torn. Her dignity thwarted.

The man stood up as his eyes stared down at her body filled with bruises and marks of resistance. A lazy and satisfied smirk adorned his face.

"Oi, Phil, you done?" Another voice rang out from behind the man.

"Yeah," The man named Phil replied, his smirk not wavering.

"Good, then I supposed it's my turn." The man stood up and stepped into the light, his face marred with scars. His fair skin was covered by a black tunic with sewing marks all over it.

"Okay, have fun. Although that woman is already broken," Philip said, gazing down at the bruised woman once more, "I am just gonna go outside and check on Rolf and Klaude. Those bastards, I hope they are not dozing off."

"You really think they can doze off in the outside cold?" Another man, who was sitting in the corner, replied. A small dagger rested at his thighs.

"Huuu, you don't know." Phil said, exhaling a small breath, "They might."

Phil headed for a door laden with steel linings. He turned the knob and headed outside towards the cold stone stairs shutting the door behind him.

The room fell silent as the scarred man knelt while facing the woman, his face having a grin of excitement as he steadied his length.

"Don't take too long, Kreg," The man who sat with his dagger spoke. "I also want to have a go."

"Yeah, yeah, honourable Vice-Leader"

Thud

But before Kreg could have his way, a sudden sound occurred behind the door where Phil had departed. Both Kreg and the other bandit looked at each other while raising an eyebrow, then stared back towards the door.

"Phil, you back?" Kreg stood up from his position, wearing his pants, and he headed for the door.

The bandit with the dagger—Their Vice-Leader—stayed still, paying the sound no mind. His eyes fixed on the lanterns hanging on the ceiling of the bunker.

'Gosh, I wish I could fuck that elven girl'

A few days back, their bandit group had captured an elf girl in the elven continent. She was beautiful with pinkish white hair and golden eyes. Although her figure was not that of a mature woman, it was still desirable.

But their Boss Rudi had forbidden them to touch her for now with excuses like, 'Oh she can be sold for a good.' and 'Elves are in demand in the slave market.'

But this man knew the truth—The boss wanted her for himself.

'Fuck, if he was not that strong. I would've stabbed him in the back and have all the treasure for myself.'

Thud!

Thud!

Roll.

Before he could wander further into his thoughts, the sound of something falling down the stairs perked his ears up. His gaze moved towards the door that was now open, with Kreg standing in the entrance.

His gaze fell below, between the legs of his companion. A cloth stained with red, which was used to cover a spherical object, stood below Kreg's feet.

"What's this?" Kreg knelt, picking up the covered object. It felt wet, as if drenched in water, but its odor was that of metal.

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"Remove the cloth." The vice leader stood up, unsheathing his dagger from the small leather scabbard. "This don't feel right, and where the hell did Phil go?"

The man's heart pounded with anxiety. His palms became sweatier, slightly loosening the grip on his dagger.

"Oi! Everyone gather around!" He barked, turning his head back.

The sound of a few more doors opening echoed across the room. Two more bandits with swords and spears gathered in the room. Their leader armor clinging to their body.

"What is it, Vice-leader Nick?" The new duo asked.

"Something weird is happening," Nick muttered, his voice low and serious. His gaze had a flicker of uncertainty that the new bandits understood. They unsheathed their weapons and took their stance.

"Oi, Kreg! Remove the cloth already!" Nick barked at Kreg, who stood frozen.

"U-uh, yes." Kreg uttered. He slowly moved his hands, unravelling the cloth of the object.

"Hiek!" He shouted, dropping the object with a splattering noise. His whole being stumbled backward, eyes widening. His face completely pale as if something had sucked the life out of him.

"Hey! What happened?" Nick asked, seeing Kreg's reaction, kneeling behind the man, his hand firmly holding Kreg's shoulder.

Kreg's whole body trembled as he slowly raised his hands pointing towards where he threw the object.

"Ph-Phil," He muttered, his voice cracking with something akin to fear.

Nick followed his hands towards the object that was previously wrapped in a damp cloth and was now revealed to be their nightmare. His eyes widened with shock and fear, sweat trickled down his pale face as he looked at the so-called object.

Blood pooled below it. The eyes were widened with faded pupils. The tongue lolled out of the mouth, covered in the crimson liquid that pooled below.

It was Phil's severed head.

Sling! Sling!

Crack! Crack!

But before he could process the situation and come up with something. Small shards of darkness flew over them and cracked the lanterns that hung from the ceiling. Taking away their only light source in the dark and damp bunker.

"What the hell happened?!"

Spurt!

"Its dar—Gurgh"

"Hey, are you al—Glurgh"

The sound of two of their comrades losing their voices fell on Nick and Kreg's ears. They regained their composure and stood with their weapons in hand.

'What the hell is happening?'

Nick thought, his mind was completely fucked up with what had happened the pass few second but before he could ponder further.

Spurt!

The sound of blood spilling reached his ear, and it was near where Kreg was standing. Nick instinctively swung his dagger in the direction of the sound, but nothing caught his blade.

"You missed," Someone hissed in Nick's left ear. His body twisted, his hand moving faster than his mind to strike down the foe, but something caught his wrist with a grip so firm that it could shatter his bones.

"Aghhh," Nick blurted out as he got pulled by his wrist. A new and firm grip now coiled around his neck, emitting enough pressure that could knock the air out of his lungs.

His eyes drifted to look at the figure that held him, but he could not make out anything. Other than the figure's silver eyes that watched him with a quiet intensity.

"Where is your boss?" The figure demanded, his voice as low as a whisper, but it held a demanding tone. "I won't ask again. Where is your boss and the Elf that you've captured?"

Nick trembled in the man's grip, his head was filled with what the man had done to his comrades and friends. And he knew—he knew that if he defied the man here, he would receive the same fate as them.

"The b-boss... He is further down the hallway in the treasure room... You can identify it by the sign attached to it."

"That is where he keeps the money and the important slaves... That... You know, we can sell in the market."

The man's silver eyes narrowed over Nick's trembling figure, running a chill down his spine.

"I see," I muttered.

"Then! Will you let me g—" Before Nick could complete his plea. A sharp pain stopped his voice from sounding forever. The man loosened his grip, allowing Nick's lifeless body to fall to the ground.

"Hell has a special place for people like you," The man mumbled as his silver eyes disappeared into the darkness.