From Riches to Rags
The two human Originals looked around with a frown on their faces. Three of their colleagues were unconscious while the remaining five looked no better.
A knife manifested out of darkness was held against each of their throats.
The situation didn't look good but that was quite obvious.
"H-How are you so strong? Weren't you in a coma before, and recuperating? You created your first Origin ring not too long before as well…how does that add up?" There was no trace of arrogance in the Original's voice.
He looked defeated right now but that was not something Nial was bothered about even though he visualized everyone around him.
Timothée and the others had come out of the underground cave not too long ago as well. They witnessed only a part of the fight but it was enough for them to feel a bit stupefied as well.