In this world, some things always happened suddenly, beyond all expectation. The future always held countless possibilities, yet the final "outcome" often caught you by surprise!
Just as the gold coin in Punk's hand was propelled by powerful momentum toward the stealthy girl's brow, a fleeting black glint shot from the enemy's lips. Even from a great distance, Punk could sense the fierce poison coating that sharp steel needle. It was a terrifying venom that made his heart chill even through the sturdy protection of Mage Armor!
"But... a poisoned needle that can't hit anyone is meaningless."
Punk knew this was the enemy's final desperate strike. A concealed weapon fired from the mouth was practically standard equipment for every stealth fighter. How could a cautious mage like Punk possibly fail to guard against it?
In fact, the moment he saw the enemy fall to the ground and seemingly lose the ability to retaliate, Punk had already been secretly wary of a "final attack." Now, watching that poisonous needle pierce the air with black smoke swirling around it, flying faster than a sniper bullet, Punk calmly activated the Lesser Deflection Field on his robes. As he coolly marveled to himself that magical items were truly useful, Punk did not realize just how effective and... familiar his response had been this time!
For professionals, death was like the wind, ever at one's side!
For ordinary people, death was like the night, following like a shadow.
But for those already dead, death was like a falling meteor, sudden and unexpected...
When Punk suddenly realized something was wrong and turned back, Princess Narsya had already collapsed helplessly onto the ground...
Some said that death was merely a silent farewell. Even if someone bore responsibilities, even if she existed beneath the blessings and hopes of