The arrow thunked harmlessly into Damon’s chest. Damon didn’t flinch, but the glare he turned on Riven could have peeled paint off a fortress wall.
The old alchemist, for his part, didn’t even seem to notice. He was crouched by a crack in the cave wall, cooing softly to a glowing centipede and feeding it something that looked disturbingly like a human molar.
"Do you have a death wish?" Damon hissed, yanking the bow from his arm and tossing it back at Riven’s feet. "Just use something else to fight, okay?" How could someone be so bad at this? Fuck, this bastard better be good at some other weapon.
He curiously observed Riven once again, standing in front of the old guy, just to make sure he doesn’t end up dead.
Riven rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and gave a thumbs-up. "Right. No more arrows near the crazy guy. Got it, boss."
Damon didn’t respond. He just stared.
Under the intensity of that gaze, Riven sighed and muttered, "Fine. Melee it is." He drew his dagger and jogged forward with the expression of a man heading into tax season without half his bills.
One spider that was left behind half-dead, lay on the ground with barely a sliver of its health left. Riven spotted it and grinned like he had just found a jackpot. "Perfect," he muttered and charged.
The spider twitched once. Riven screamed like it was a fire-breathing demon. He leapt over it, stabbed wildly, once, twice, three times, only managing to hit the floor, the wall, and possibly his own foot.
The dagger finally connected on the fourth strike, but by then, the poor thing had probably died of embarrassment. "Victory!" Riven declared, striking a pose. "Did you see that precision? My lord, I have killed for you!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Damon pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly. This was going to be a long fucking day. He might just end up killing this bastard before he ever awakens his true form. If there was anything hiding inside at all, it was deep down, way, way deep down.
Not knowing his thoughts, Riven was over the moon. "Thank you, my lord. For giving me this opportunity. I suddenly feel like I can do anything."
"Hmmm?" Damon raised a brow, momentarily doubting if he had jumped to conclusions too soon. He watched keenly with growing interest as Riven spotted another spider in the distance and charged towards it.
There was determination in his eyes. A fire. Damon could almost see the demonic madman he knew in his last life. His pulse raced as he watched Riven. There was no fear in his steps as he boldly faced the level 50 monster.
Damon watched without blinking. Riven raised his dagger and slashed down with conviction. The way his hand moved was smooth and without hesitation. Riven’s strength was no match for the spider, but it did not matter. The madman could beat foes way above his power level.
And this guy might just pull it off. He watched with his anticipation building as the dagger was about to connect with the beast. Was it going to be a critical strike? Was it going to contain some sort of dagger aura he inherently unleashed?
However, the next moment, Damon froze in shock, staring at the unbelievable scene in front of him. The dagger never connected, and the man was missing in action.
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