Evening.
A fine drizzle continued to fall without the slightest sign of stopping. Moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting only a faint glow over the dim Globe Theatre and adding an air of mystery and danger to the scene.
A shadow rose from the darkness.
Hoshino had dealt with the daytime trouble. At night, she came to the Globe Theatre alone, waiting for the trouble that would come after dark.
Or rather, it could not be called trouble.
It was a handsome man.
She raised her right hand high. Xuanhuang lightning flowed over her fingertips, illuminating the darkness of the night. Like lightning itself, the wandering shadow landed behind her. Hoshino spun around and stared straight at the black figure.
"Stop."
The other party did not speak, but his body did indeed stop. He had originally been a pool of flowing liquid, yet Hoshino's gaze completely froze him in place.
"A mask, a pitch-black cloak, a silent shadow."
Hoshino remained expressionless.
"As an assassin, you have far too many distinctive traits. Anyone who sees you would never forget you. The reason you are not well known probably has a very simple explanation: everyone who has seen you is dead, right?"
There was no answer.
A heavy pressure flowed through the air. There was only silence. Lightning streamed through Hoshino's hand, and her eyes held nothing but unchanging calm and the powerful confidence that everything was under her control.
Only characters from Fu Hua's line could inspire this feeling. It had nothing to do with strength.
"You can speak."
"..."
No voice came. This operator's identity was already obvious: Rhodes Island's legendary Phantom.
His Originium Arts were connected to his voice, but because of the terrifying changes caused by his infection, his Originium Arts could also bring unforeseeable disasters. That was