Nightblade (Darkest night)-Chapter 195: A way out

‎In sheer terms of numbers, it was a totally unexpected result. The four youths and the Talented that remained standing surveyed the scene with varying emotions

‎Lucian, Cassius, and Talia surveyed their handiwork with a hint of amusement and even disbelief in their eyes.

‎The Talented, on the other hand, stared at their comrades groaning and stirring on the ground in fear and shock. It was improbable that such a small number of people could overwhelm such odds.

The fight had ended almost as swiftly as it had started.

‎"Well, do you still want to go on? Anthony asked coldly, his eyes still glowing with grey light.

‎During the insidious clash of wills, Brant had fallen to his knees from the strain of the mental battle, his entire body trembling slightly.

‎His breathing had turned ragged, small beads of perspiration rolling down his face.

‎Brant strained to look up, the light in his eyes dimming completely.

‎Anthony stared down at him coldly for a brief moment then let out a weary sigh.

‎He shook his head then walked up to him and pulled him to his feet.

‎"

Get yourself cleaned up man. Let it go. You don't know what I've seen. We can't beat him. "

‎Turning back to the rest of the Talented, he smiled faintly.

‎"I'll offer you the same choice. You can choose to stay here, or you can continue to desperately search for a way out of this hell on your own." His gaze darkened slightly his expression turning somber.

‎" Much as I despise them just as everyone of you for dragging ys into this place, there's still. So much we can learn. And must importantly..."

‎He turned pointing to Morgan and the others.

‎" They're not to blame for this. I see now that if we keep on fighting against each other we'll never be able to forge a way forward with the Brotherhood of Shadows."

‎Murmurs and whispers rose among the Talented, at his speech.

‎Lucian stared at him in disbelief before throwing a furtive glance at Morgan.

‎"

Just what did he do to him for him to react this way. This doesn't even make any sense."

‎A few moments back, Anthony had violently outcried the assassins and blamed them for the unsavoury position they now found themselves in and now he'd abruptly changed his tune.

‎Similarly, Cassius and Talia watched in intrigue, several thoughts running through their minds

‎Amanda watched from a short distance off, her face twisting into a sour disgruntled expression.

‎Her hatred of Anthony still ran deep, her gaze darkening the more she stared at him.

‎With a flourish, Anthony casually undid his hair band, then stepped back standing behind Morgan.

‎Morgan stood in front of the Talented with an alarmed expression. His gaze swot across the kids gathered, seemingly staring at each of them in turn.

‎A palpable tension lingered in the air, the atmosphere becoming slightly suffocating.

‎A few of the Talented stared at him with apprehensive expressions.

‎Others scrutinized him with genuine curiosity. And of course, a few oytkiers seemed genuinely flabbergasted and outraged with Anthony's decision.

‎Standing in front of them he was slightly haggard.

‎Despite the sagging bags under his eyes, his gaze held a mesmerizing quality that demanded attention and was subtly intriguing.

‎At times almost illusorily, faint flecks of darkness and light swirled in the depths of his eyes.

‎ His face was slightly blood-stained from the wounds he'd taken from Anthony's beating.

‎ The dark cracks and white veins pulsating on his hands only served to give him an even more ethereal appearance.

‎The pale light in the sky was slowly fading, and in the distance, the two pale moons of Azaroth were slowly materializing in the darkness.

‎Standing in front of him, there was a slightly unreal quality about him heightened by the bleak tranquility of the fading light.

‎Despite the carnage around him Morgan was strangely

unfazed by the

‎A still silence hangs in the air, each of them waiting for his next words. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

‎As if making up his mind, Morgan spoke.

‎" I'll be straight to the point. Working together benefits each and every one of us."

‎He smiled faintly raising his injured hands.

‎"While I know there are those of you who cling to the notion that it's the Brotherhood's fault, I believe it would be folly to think the dangers of Tenebris differentiate between the Talented and the assassins."

‎His lips curled up even wider into an amused smile.

‎"They don't. From what I can tell, you lot have been here for a relatively long time, and given the horrors we've encountered outside of this place..."

‎He shrugged nonchalantly.

‎" I don't think d dn with your incredible abilities that you'd be able to make it out without us. With that said, you're still free to go off on your own and keep trying to find a way out on your lonesome."

‎"He's right," Cassius said stepping closer.

‎"

Lucian here saved Samantha and me when we'd just gotten here. Without him, I wouldn't be alive."

‎"You've all witnessed the power of the assassins for yourselves. We'd do better to have them as your allies than our enemies."

‎In the end, despite the grumbling, all the Talented stayed.

‎And after a few days, Morgan came to a sobering realization.

‎While allying with the Talented significantly increased the power at their disposal, it also placed a strain on their own resources.

‎" Well, this sucks…"

‎After considering it for a while he talked about the matter with

Anthony, Brant, and Lucian.

The four of them met in one of the abandoned ruins.

Still Morgan could see the sorcerous runes etched into the place.

The three youths sat on the floor in a loose circle while Lucian stood behind Morgan leaning against one of the tenebrous pillars supporting the place.

Morgan observed the two boys,a faint smile playing on his lips.

‎Despite his compliance, Brant still seemed skeptical about his goodwill.

‎After sharing his worries, Anthony simply chuckled shaking his head.

‎" We're quite capable of fending for ourselves, after all, how do you think we've survived for this long on our own?"

‎Morgan breathed an audible sigh of relief, then leaned back.

‎Brant pierced him with a cold stare, scrutinizing him intently.

‎"I have a few questions of my own.

Leaning forward, he asked in an even tone.

"What makes you so confident that you'll be able to find a way out of it? We've been here for a pretty long time, so much so that I've lost count of the days…

‎What makes you think you'll succeed where we failed?"

‎Morgan grinned his eyes sparkling with a mischievous light.

‎"It's actually simple. It's because of this.

‎He slowly raised his injured hands displaying the cracks and pulsating white energy flowing through them.

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