Arknights' Lock of Heaven

This has instilled a deep sense of fear in many people.

At the same time, the assassins also noticed the abnormality in their bodies and began to frantically flee out of the building.

Nobody was thinking about anything like encirclement.

In any case, your life is your own.

The assassins weren't a tightly knit organization to begin with, and with a recent internal purge, some people were still feeling insecure.

How can we possibly overcome this predicament through sincere unity?

Besides, you treat others as teammates, but who knows how they treat you?

After all, we're all killers.

Everyone knows exactly what kind of people are around them.

But they soon discovered that no matter how hard they ran, they couldn't escape the building.

It was as if they were cursed.

As time went by, the assassins grew weaker and weaker, and their spirits were gradually exhausted.

Feeling increasingly agitated, he encountered two assassins at that moment.

After all, the building isn't infinitely big, so it's normal for fifty people to run into each other.

Previously, the lion scorpion had simply deliberately disrupted their sense of direction.

Unlike the operators of Rhodes Island, they are assassins.

Having encountered such a situation, and having spent so long alone in this dark space, their physical and mental torment had reached its limit.

Then, perhaps it was the other party's wary expression, perhaps one side's psychological resilience was lacking, or perhaps it was simply because someone drew a weapon...

In short, they began to fight.

Until one of them staggered and fell down.

As assassins, they are inherently incapable of trusting others, including their comrades.

Even knowing that having a companion is the best option in this situation, people often instinctively stick together for warmth when faced with the unknown.

But their killer instincts wouldn't allow them to do that.

They'd seen far too many knives stabbed in the back.

In short, the two, unable to trust each other, began to fight, partly due to the influence of the barrier.

In such an environment, everyone is on edge, and they have begun to lose their judgment.

Furthermore, the Dark Fog continues to stir up the dark side of their hearts. In Type-Moon, this level of hint would only be enough to deal with ordinary people, and any magician with a little skill could come into contact with it.

After all, this is just one of the effects of the barrier treasure, Dark Mist City; it's at most an added bonus.

But these assassins don't have that ability. There might be one or two assassins whose minds are firm and unaffected, but their companions might not be.

No one will stop when faced with an enemy charging at you from the black mist, brandishing weapons.

And so, under Lion Scorpion's arrangement, the assassins began their battle in this abandoned building.

"..."

We must get out of here quickly...

With this thought in mind, the man kept circling within the barrier, and every pair of assassins engaged in battle skillfully avoided his position.

Until... he stepped into a puddle of sticky water.

An experienced man immediately recognized that it was not water, but blood.

He slowly lowered his head to look.

As if deliberately made visible to him, the black mist dispersed to both sides as he looked.

There was indeed blood underfoot.

There was a corpse not far away.

No, not just one!

Instead, two... no, three...

In just a few steps, he discovered no fewer than ten corpses.

They were all his capable subordinates...

The man nervously swallowed.

He walked slowly forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

In the distance, there is the familiar candlelight.

The flickering flames illuminated the small, thin figure in front of the table.

Upon seeing this, his pupils contracted, and he immediately turned and plunged back into the thick fog.

Run, run desperately.

Squeezing against the body, exhausted by the thick fog, squeezing against the lungs that hissed and gasped like a broken bellows...

Run, keep running...

As long as I can get to that place, as long as I can escape...

This should be the right path. Behind me is the table I placed in the lobby. I can leave this building directly by going straight ahead from there!

Yes, that must be it... he comforted himself.

Then, after running for an unknown amount of time, light reappeared before my eyes.

Seeing this, he was overjoyed and dragged his exhausted body toward the light.

I used to think of assassins as creatures who walk in the dark, but I never imagined that I would have a day when seeing the light would feel like a salvation.

However, as he got closer, his pace slowed down.

I was clearly running in a straight line... but why...?

He stared at the candlelight before him and the familiar figure beside the table, and stood frozen in place.

Why...why is this happening?

"No!" His face was dazed. "I've finally climbed this far... I've finally reached this position..."

"I sacrificed so much for this..."

"How can I die here... I can't die here..."

He stared intently at the light before him.

He froze when his gaze fell on the candle.

This is a brand new candle.

When I got to the table, the candles were already half burned out.

In other words, she changed the candles; these were no ordinary candles, as they could burn for a very long time.

That proves that dawn is not far off...

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart.

Yes, she wasn't the type to toy with her prey. As an assassin, she was so pure; if she could kill herself, she would have done it long ago.

There's no need to torture herself; she never does that.

In other words, she had no choice but to stay there!

The man deduced this logic in his mind: indeed, how could there be no requirements for using something so extraordinary...?

Since she can't move, all I need to do is hold on!

By the way, she is infected, and quite seriously ill. She won't be able to withstand using such items for an extended period of time!

The man kept finding reasons to cheer himself up, then dragged his tired body to a wall and leaned against it.

Let's just wait and see.

Let's see who can outlast whom.

Is he, the strong and healthy Vaiva without Oripathy, stronger, or is Mantiko, who has Oripathy, stronger?

Perhaps, after exhausting her, I can obtain an unimaginable treasure!

He kept convincing himself that this was right.

She can't outlast herself! Absolutely!

He leaned against the wall quietly, gazing silently in the direction of the candle.

Slow down your breathing.

That faint light source was the only thing still flickering in the entire building.

The forty-nine corpses between the two men had completely lost their temperature.