Tired And Broken
"ACK!" Another dagger stabbed through my back.
"You're not very good at counting, are you? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!" A child's voice resounded.
"He actually thought there were only 6 of us! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Another voice followed.
Surrounded and repeatedly stabbed, it seemed death was close. Fighting ghosts with physical attacks is foolish, so I had to use less honorable methods to stand a chance at victory.
As sad as their story was, they were only remnants created by hatred and unwillingness, not the true princes, and I wasn't going to die for the appeasement of specters.
I silently released my Mana to cover the entire area of 30 meters around me. Once the area was covered I slowly turned my Mana into poison using the poison inheritance's methods.
Of course, this would be useless as the princes could just easily escape, therefore a less-than-savory method was needed.