Female Assassin

The assassin reacted swiftly. The moment after her shock, the streak of light in her hand flashed toward the figure like lightning.

This strike lacked the overwhelming momentum of her earlier sneak attack on Elisa, yet it was more concise and effective, its power not diminished by much.

The mysterious figure did not move. Just as he was about to be pierced through, the streak of light abruptly froze, as though a venomous snake had suddenly been seized by the throat.

It turned out to be an awl, its edge snow-white, strange patterns faintly visible along its handle. Its tip was casually gripped in one hand. No matter how the assassin exerted herself, she could neither advance nor retreat it by a fraction.

Her full-force blow had been effortlessly caught, and the assassin's heart tightened. She decisively abandoned her weapon as a burst of flames exploded. Shielded by the fire, her body swept backward like a wisp of smoke, vanishing into the distance in several leaps.

In truth, that smoky fleeing figure was only an illusion. The assassin's real body had already silently slipped away in another direction, swiftly changing into a cloak as she moved.

The cloaked figure swaggered through several street corners and entered a narrow alley. At last, that sense of danger was gone. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she felt something in her hand—an awl, its tip casually gripped by a hand. No matter how she exerted her strength, it would not move forward or back.

Could what happened earlier have been... an illusion? A chill crawled down the assassin's spine. Knowing this mysterious enemy's strength was unfathomable, she no longer cared about concealing anything. Her tongue rapidly formed an inaudible incantation, and the awl suddenly burst forth with dazzling