How—
How could this be?
Don Juan staggered two steps back, his eyes wide with shock.
The Illumination Art governed light and dispelling.
Its power to illuminate meant more than producing light. It also meant lighting the path ahead.
Divination and prophecy were therefore branches of the Illumination Art.
Besides being an Arcanist, Don Juan was a sixth-rank practitioner of the Illumination Art.
That alone gave him an instinctive warning when danger approached.
And he was not even a spellcaster who specialized in prophecy.
Yet his sixth sense had given him no warning at all of Siana's strike!
No, it was not just his sixth sense. Even his ordinary senses had failed to register the dagger!
Though it had pierced straight through his lower back, he felt no pain.
"What... did you do?"
Don Juan slowly turned around and gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. "What the hell did you do, you bitch? What is this dagger?"
Nothing was more terrifying than the unknown.
The dagger's power had yet to reveal itself, and Don Juan did not dare pull it out.
What if its effect only activated when the blade was removed?
Siana had no intention of explaining.
With her strike landed, she drew a long, narrow curved blade from her waist.
"Today, I'll offer your life to my parents' memory, Don Juan!"
"I'll take your head with my family's heirloom, Thousand Shadows!"
Thousand Shadows
Its long, narrow curved blade was said to have come from lands farther east. The steel was as dark red as blood.
It had belonged to an unnamed young swordswoman who followed the old sultan when the Khalid Sultanate was founded.
Legend held that with a single swing, she could bury a thousand knights beneath a Blood Torrent.
Combat technique: Blood Torrent.