Ch 48 – Wraith

*Hah* *Hah*

'Fuck, that was close!'

A thin stream of blood flowed from between his eyebrows, dripping under his nose. It was a very close call. Had he moved a second later, a bolt would've been embedded straight into his forehead.

"Gahan!? Are you okay?" Asked Garth from behind him.

"Yeah... Just a scratch. But I think Lancer is dead."

"Fuck..."

"Let's go! Don't move his body, he's probably on top of the activation for the trap."

"Okay."

Moving faster than before but twice as attentively, Gahan and Garth squeezed through the tunnel, passing over Lancer's body. Garth gasped as he saw his colleague pierced through by over a dozen bolts. By the amount of these on the floor, he realized that they were saved by the fact that Gahan refused to go quicker before, letting Lancer distance himself from them. There were tips and feathers all over his bloody corpse. He gulped as he imagined it could have been him there. No potion or status would save you from suck carnage, maybe Gahan's could, somehow, spare him from instant death enough that a High Tier healing potion might do the trick... But just maybe.

"You're next"

"This should've been you"

"You deserve this"

"You time has come"

"You are next"

"You're as good as dead"

"Your death will be worse"

Dozens of voices echoed through his mind as he crawled over the dead corpse. Voices which would not leave him.

He shook his head in a vague attempt to shake them away as he quickly made his way behind Gahan. Painful tears rolled over his face, falling on the ground and his hands as he squinted hard from the discomfort.

He kept on crawling and crawling, blindly, as he shook his head side to side in a pained appearance. It went on, and on, and on, an everlasting loop of sentences whispering into his ears words one would never want to hear.

"GARTH! EY! GARTH! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"

Gahan's voice sounded far away as he kept crawling and crawling, until he no longer could.

"Garth! The fuck are you doing?"

It was Gahan's hands, pulling him up on his foot as his arms vaguely scratched the nothingness in an attempt to keep crawling.

"SHIT! Garth?!"

Gahan looked him straight in the eyes, only to see the same vague expression from Lancer. His eyes glazed as he stared into the distance shaking his head while tearing blood.

"Pull yourself together!"

*Paf* *Thud*

Garth's body felt hard on the floor after receiving a mighty blow to the face from the back of Gahan's hand.

Garth spewed blood as he slowly attempted to raise himself from the ground.

*Pfew*

He spat once again, before turning his head towards Gahan.

"The fuck happened to me?" He asked, still drowsy from the abnormal status he just fell out of.

"The heck do I know... But your eyes were blank... It looked the same with Lancer before he activated the trap..."

"The dungeon then... Those voices... They were the dungeon then."

"I guess so"

"kekekekyukukukuku! INTERESTING!" With Gahan's answer, Garth began laughing in a ominous way, before spouting some nonsense.

"Are you okay?" Gahan asked, furrowing his brows.

"Okay!? I'm boiling! I'll reduce this fucking dungeon to ashes! This fucking hell!"

"... Okay then." Gahan's unthought action had just saved his colleague from an eternal nightmare... However, what he didn't know, was that the remnants of the [Insanity] still remained.

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One serious man

'One...'

<< You did it! You got one of them! >>

'Yes... One...'

<< Are you not happy?! >>

'Do you see me laughing?'

<< No... but why are you not happy? >>

'Did you see what that fucker just did?'

<< Which one? >>

'The one who fucking dodged a bolt straight at his face in less than a second?!'

<< Ah... The Gahan guy? What did you expect he's the strongest one *crunch* >>

'ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING EATING RIGHT NOW?'

<< But of course! *chomp* All this action and thinking makes me hungry! >>

'...'

'What the hell are you even eating?'

<< *crunch* Potato Chips. Want some? >>

'... I do.'

<< Then come and get them! >>

'YOU KNOW I CAN'T!'

<< Tough luck chief! *crunch* >>

'I hate you... You know?'

<< Yeah, yeah... You've said it ten times already. >>

<< HEY! The fuck is that!? >>

'Huh? What the hell is he do-... Wait a second!'

<< What!? What is it?! >>

'I had forgotten! I had some wraiths in there!'

<< WRAITHS!? Aren't those stupid powerful and expensive?! >>

'No... I think you are confusing them with the Dread Wraith'

<< Ah... Seems like it... Tier G undead!? What the fuck even is tier G? Untiered? Worse than nothing? The hell? >>

'Oh... They really are weaker than a goblin.'

<< The why the fuck do they even matter?! >>

'See... They have no form so they can hide in nooks and crannies and they let stuff pass through them.'

<< You mean... >>

'They are very weak to fire and die in a single hit but if they are not seen... They can possess you before you even notice'

<< So... That guy is possessed? >>

'Seems like it. The first one should have noticed the trap normally so I had them target him.'

<< AHA! So that's why they fell into that stupid button trap of yours. >>

'Ah, fuck you then! If you wanna start to complain about my ideas why don't you give me something on your own!?"

<< Well You could have made some arrows to shoot diagonally to at least hurt the others... >>

'GIVE ME IDEAS! NOT CORRECT ONES THAT ARE ALREADY DONE!'

<< Sorry, not sorry. I'll see if I can come up with something. >>

'I bet you will...'

<< What did you just say!? >>

'Nothing, nothing, just keep thinking.'

<< Okey... HOLD UP! >>

'What now?!'

<< Look! >>

In the monitor, the image of Gahan slapping the heck out of Garth and him falling on the ground was clearly shown.

'The fuck is he doing?!'

<< You think I understand that braindead idiot who killed his own father?! >>

'What!?'

<< Ignore it! Look! He's back to normal! ... Kinda. >>

'Ah... See... The wraiths died... At least he should still be insane.'

<< Definitely seems like it... >>

The image of him laughing hysterically was music to their ears.