Zafron walked through the mansion's large halls, his steps asured and purposeful. The red sli still clung to his hands, pulsing with barely contained energy. His voice echoed off the walls, dripping with anger.
"Gustavo! You gutless worm! Co out and face like a man, or are you too busy cowering in the shadows?"
For a mont, silence reigned. Then, from sowhere ahead, Gustavo's voice rang out, thick with disdain.
"Cowering? That's rich coming from you, Zafron. Have you forgotten our little dance in Astoria?"
Zafron's eyes narrowed, his pace quickening as he followed the sound. "Big words from a man hiding behind closed doors. Why don't you co out here and say that to my face?"
Gustavo's laughter echoed through the corridor. "I should have finished you when I had the chance. A mistake I won't repeat today." Gustavo shot back, his voice growing clearer as Zafron drew nearer.
Zafron's lips curled into a vicious grin. "Keep flapping your gums, you miserable excuse for a man. When I'm done with you, they'll need a mop to clean up what's left."
He rounded another corner, his eyes darted from shadow to shadow, searching for any sign of movent.
"Co out, you miserable coward!" Zafron's voice echoed off the marble walls.
A mocking laugh seed to co from everywhere and nowhere. "I'm here waiting for you to find ." Gustavo's disembodied voice taunted.
Zafron's face contorted with rage. "I'll find you, and when I do, I'll make you wish you'd never touched Matilda," He kicked open a door, finding only an empty room leading to a staircase.
His knuckles whitened around the red sli as he stord towards the stairs.
'From what I can tell, I don't think he's with Mara or Matilda. I need to finish him off and then find them. I believe they are hiding sowhere in the mansion,' Zafron thought as he scanned his surroundings.
As he ascended the stairs, his breath ca in ragged gasps, a mixture of exertion and barely contained fury.
He reached the top, finding himself in a vast, open room. Ornate chandeliers hung from a vaulted ceiling, casting dancing shadows across the polished floor.
"Your gas end now, Gustavo!" Zafron snarled. "Face , you spineless—"
A cough interrupted him, coming from directly behind. Zafron whirled around, the red sli pulsing in his grip.
There, seated in a high-backed chair with an infuriating grin spread across his face, was Gustavo. "You were saying?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusent.
Zafron's face twisted with hatred as he glared at his seated foe, the confrontation he'd been seeking now finally at hand.
Gustavo's gaze flickered to the pulsating substance in Zafron's hand. "I see you've brought a gift," he said, his tone deceptively light. "Or were you hiding that little trinket the last ti we danced in Astoria?"
Despite his mocking words, Gustavo's mind raced as he observed his adversary. Sothing was... different.
Zafron stood taller, his presence more commanding. The look in his eyes had changed – a newfound intensity that sent a chill down Gustavo's spine. It was as if he was facing an entirely different person.
'He's evolved,' Gustavo thought, weighing his options. 'Can I still beat him? Especially now that I'm...'
A sudden cough escaped his lips, betraying his weakness. Gustavo cursed inwardly, knowing Zafron wouldn't miss such a tell.
"Let's just say you were lucky back at Astoria. But right now, no amount of luck will save you," Zafron snapped angrily at Gustavo.
Gustavo leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips despite the tension coiling in his gut. "I must say, Zafron, I'm impressed," he drawled, his tone a mixture of genuine admiration and calculated mockery. "You've... evolved. What's your secret, hmm? Did you stumble upon a wish-granting fairy in so enchanted forest?"
Zafron's jaw clenched, his grip on the red sli tightening.
Gustavo's eyes glinted with mischief. "Or perhaps... you've finally found that long-lost Stone of Power? The one that's supposed to grant unimaginable magical abilities?" He chuckled, the sound tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Co now, don't be shy. Share with the class."
As Gustavo continued his playful interrogation, Zafron's mind began to race. The conversation at the door of the mansion suddenly replayed in his head – those two n, Brutus and Ratface had ntioned Gustavo, yes, but they'd also spoken of another person inside.
His eyes darted from corner to corner, searching for any sign of movent, any hint of an ambush.
'Why is Gustavo alone?' Zafron thought, his pulse quickening. 'He's stalling. Buying ti. But for what?'
The red sli in his hand pulsed faster, responding to his rising agitation. Zafron's gaze swept the room once more, expecting an attack at any mont.
"What's the matter, Zafron?" Gustavo taunted, noticing his adversary's distraction. "You seem a bit... jumpy. Not losing your nerve, are you?"
Zafron opened his mouth to retort, but before he could utter a word, a new voice cut through the tension – coming from directly behind him.
"I guess he's looking for !"
Before Zafron could fully turn to face the presence he sensed behind him, a blinding pain exploded at the base of his skull.
The impact was so severe that it montarily shattered his concentration, causing the protective sli to dissipate from his body.
Stars danced in Zafron's vision as he stumbled forward, his legs buckling beneath him. The force of the blow was far beyond what human knuckles could deliver - it felt more like he'd been struck with a sledgehamr or so equally brutal weapon.
Warm blood trickled down his neck as Zafron collapsed to the ground, his hand instinctively moving to staunch the flow from the wound. Despite his efforts, red liquid seeped between his fingers, staining the polished floor beneath him.
[Critical hit sustained..,]
[Ergency healing deployed]
With great effort, Zafron managed to turn his head, his blurred vision slowly focusing on the towering figure above him.
'Who is this guy? Another Blackthorn's bodyguard?' Zafron wondered, despite the pain coursing through head.
Mordred stood there, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he looked down at his fallen foe, while he adjusted his dreadlocks. In his hand was a vicious-looking spiked gauntlet he had picked up from searching for Matilda after displacing Malachi.
Mordred casually began to remove the gauntlet, sliding it off his hand with a deliberate slowness that spoke of his confidence. The heavy weapon clattered to the ground beside Zafron.
From across the room, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor drew Zafron's attention. Gustavo rose from his seat, his movents unhurried as he approached Zafron.
Zafron lay prone on the ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The red sli that had pulsed so nacingly in his hand earlier was now a dull, inert mass on the floor beside him.
Gustavo approached slowly, enjoying his victory, while Mordred kept a watchful eye on their fallen foe.
Zafron attempted to push himself up, but Mordred's foot pressed down on his back, pinning him in place.
Gustavo crouched down, his face inches from Zafron's. "After all this ti, after all your...new findings" he spat the word, eyeing Zafron's hand where the sli was before..."you're still that sa scared little slave from Blackthorn's mansion."
Zafron's eyes blazed with fury, but Gustavo rely chuckled at his impotent rage. He grabbed a fistful of Zafron's hair, yanking his head back painfully. With his free hand, Gustavo made a fluid gesture, and a shimring blade materialized in his grasp.
"Let... go," Zafron growled through gritted teeth, struggling against Gustavo's iron grip.
"Shh, shh," Gustavo soothed mockingly, bringing the blade to Zafron's exposed throat. "No need for that now. It'll all be over soon."
The cold steel grazed Zafron's skin, drawing a thin line of blood. Gustavo's eyes glittered with a mix of triumph and sothing darker, more primal.
"You know," Gustavo mused, almost conversationally, "I genuinely thought you might surprise this ti. That maybe, just maybe, you'd finally beco more than the little boy I almost killed." He sighed theatrically. "Such a pity it all has to end like this again."
Zafron's muscles tensed, a last desperate attempt to break free, but Mordred's grip remained unbreakable.
"Any last words?" Gustavo asked, his blade pressing ever so slightly harder against Zafron's throat.
Zafron managed to squeeze a word out of his mouth, "Yes..."
"Screw you!"
With that, his eyes began to glow with a fierce red intensity.
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