Arc 3, Chapter 172—The Order Never Means Well
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Dammit! Levon cursed. 'I should have known that the Order would do anything good for no reason.'
They were clearly lowering their guards for this single moment. Levon's heart drummed too loudly against his chest as he abruptly jumped out from underneath his sheets.
"I should have known better," He murmured, now rolling to the edge of his bed and reaching for the twin daggers in the drawer.
And then—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"SOMETHING'S WRONG!"
He hastily banged on everyone's door. And in no more than 4 seconds, his gang stepped out of their rooms with weapons of their own too.
"Buddy, what's going–"
"CLOSE ALL Doors And windows!" Levon's orders echoed with a fiery breeze, causing the group to obey his every word. But it was already too late!
BRACK!~
A terrifying Ghoul with no-eyeballs, burst through the windows of one of the members of the other group. And then, they heard screaming.
Ahhhhhhh~
BRACK! BRACK! BRACK!~
