Unlike the first day, Silence and Keme were both attacked by beasts of many different levels. Because Keme had withdrawn his aura and Silence naturally had an undetectable aura, the beasts had thought- to their demise- that they were easy pickings.

"Do you think this is enough to avoid last place?" Keme asked out loud, removing the heart crystal from the bugbear that they had just killed.

Heavy breathing could be heard from beside him.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Silence shook her head, as skilled as she was she never actually had any experience in fighting in an actual battle. In this life or her past 'life' she didn't move much.

"I think we should go rest for a moment....." Keme proceeded to release his aura, scaring any living thing that was 70 feet away. The scampering of animals could be heard, and some shouts were mixed along with it.

A few meters away from them was what someone would call chaos.

"What's wrong with her?!" Daimon asked, panicking.

"How the heck would I know?" the boy with red hair shouted back.

A few seconds ago Angel had collapsed upon the ground without warning. She was supposed to be healthy and fine, she had showed no signs of exhaustion or anything that would cause her to faint the way she did.

The only one that stayed composed was a boy with glasses, also known as Skylar.....the prince. Then again, he was trained to look composed even if he was really panicking inside. To say he was panicking on the inside, itw asn't even his choice. Ah, in truth he was extremely joyful.

Heh, if she dies then won't I be free? was what all of them thought, a deep hatred currently currupting their souls.

Calming himself down, Skylar took out a piece of paper with odd symbols on it and ripped it into two pieces.

"You called your highness?" a voice sounded from behind me.

"James!" he shouted, before self consciously lowering it.

"Yes your highness?"

"Something odd has happened to this girl over here, I was wondering if you know what happened. It could concern my citizens," words slipping out of mouth like water, words he didn't want to say that conveyed feelings he didn't want to feel. In truth he wanted to tell his friend to run away, run as far and as fast as you can. Run before you become like me.

James, the youngest Holy Prince ever born. The reason was because he had a great talent for seeing 'darkness' and dispelling them. He had come a rather far way from the simple son of a marquis, adding to the fact that he was equivalent to royalty he is what every father or mother ever wanted for a son. Quite many wanted any sort of connections from him for it would give them a slight leverage in any battle.

Jame's moved his attention to the sleeping form of Angel, his lips slightly tugged downwards and his brow creased in concentration. The other three unknowingly held their breaths in anticipation. A few seconds passed and Kras (the person with red hair) wanted to speak up, but was to afraid to.

After a few minutes that felt like eternity for some he finally opened his mouth and said, "she's been possessed."

No one said a thing, there was nothing to say. This script they were reading of suddenly dissapeared and James felt a sense of danger overwhelming him.

'I'm going to die' a sudden thought came out. Perhaps that was fine, he lived too long anyways.