The door creaked open.
Kain heard muffled voices just beyond it.
"They should be awake by now…"
"Let's just get this shit over with. I'm tired."
The door swung inward. Two rough-looking mountain men stepped in and squinted at the captives.
"They're still sleeping?"
"They shouldn't be. Cut the act… or I'll cut your throats open."
Kain and Williams stayed limp, breathing shallow.
"...One."
Kain tensed.
"Two—"
"FUUUUU— I'M AWAKE, I'M AWAKE!!" Williams screamed, thrashing upright.
Kain's eyes snapped open. "Tsk…"
A fist smashed into his cheek. Then Williams got his.
"Try that shit again and I'll send you both straight to hell," the man snarled, kicking them once more for good measure.
The second man stepped forward. Taller. Calmer. Colder. He held out a worn, crumpled parchment with a sketch inked onto it: two ornately carved dice, marked with strange symbols.
"Which of you knows this?" he asked, voice quiet but sharp.
Williams blinked. Then gasped. "Th-The Dice of Fate?!"
The Dice of Fate.
A relic whispered about in the ruins of old kingdoms. one roll. That's all it takes to twist a man's fate into something monstrous—or divine.
One roll its gonna be a curse or a blessing.Low numbers? You're screwed. You could go blind,lose a limb,lose youre balls, lose your strength, be wracked with pain or madness,But roll high… you can get a powerfull skills,a large pool of mana, a strenght of 50 men,have a perfect body you even have a chance to get Devine skills if you got lucky...
Its a Dice that determines youre fate if you roll the dice...so think carefully wether you gamble or not.
Back in the room, Kain stayed quiet, his eyes narrowing at the parchment.
Dice of Fate? Great. Just what we need — some cursed gambling cube from fairy tales.
The tall man stepped closer, eyeing Williams. "So you know it. Then you know what I want."
Williams swallowed hard. "It's… it's a relic. From my family vault. We've had it for six generations…"
Kain's jaw clenched.Of course it is. This fat idiot owns a mythical death dice.
"We're going to your estate," the man said. "You'll hand it over. In return, I'll let you both live. I'll even escort you personally — with ten men to make sure there's no funny business."
He leaned in. "Do we have a deal?"
Kain glanced sideways.What's this pig gonna say?
Williams was sweating.If I give it to them, they'll kill us. If I don't, they'll kill us anyway... Shit. Think later, survive now.
He croaked, "F-Fine. I'll give it to you… if you swear. On your tribe's honor."
The man raised a brow. Then gave a slow, fake smile. "I, Edd Veilsmoth, swear on my tribe's honor to keep our promise."
Honor means nothing. He was already planning their deaths.
Williams nodded. "...We have a deal."
Edd straightened. The other man laughed low and bitter. "Smart move. If you'd said no, we'd be cleaning your blood off the floor right now."
Kain rolled his eyes.What a cliché line. Where do they learn this crap?
Edd turned to leave. "Rest up, gentlemen. We leave at sunrise."
The door slammed shut behind them.
Silence.
Kain turned to Williams, voice low and sharp. "Hey, fatso… you really think they're letting us live once they get your family's little toy?"
Williams sighed, defeated. "Hell no. We're dead the second they hold it."
Kain glared. "Then what was that 'honor' bullshit for?!"
Williams shrugged. "I don't know, man! I panicked, alright?! We're good as dead if we don't escape tonight."
Kain stared at the ceiling, jaw tight.This guy's gonna get us killed. We need a way out. Fast.
He scanned the room again. Still small. Still empty. Still hopeless.
"...Screw this. Time to figure out how to break out of this shack."