Klein watched helplessly as a flash of blade light suddenly emerged from the shadows and pierced Ince Zangwill's back with unerring precision!
A sharp, stabbing pain came from behind him, and Ince Zangwill's twisted, venomous expression instantly filled with confusion and terror.
Even I struggled to contend with "0-08."
Even within the Church, this pen was an extremely dangerous Sealed Artifact.
That damned quill's script had already covered every possible blind spot.
Why was there still someone here who could launch a sneak attack on me?
Pain surged through Ince Zangwill's chest, but a moment later, he realized that the silver-black dagger had not inflicted a fatal wound. In fact, the injury amounted to nothing more than flesh torn open by the blade's tip.
For a Sequence 5 Beyonder, that was not a serious injury.
Already on the verge of losing control from his earlier grievous wounds, Ince Zangwill burst into unrestrained laughter:
"You think a weapon with a Beyonder ability can kill me? You know nothing about Beyonder pow-"
Extreme terror gave way to extreme excitement, making the already mentally unstable Ince Zangwill look almost deranged. He turned around, endured the pain as he pulled the Silver-Black Dagger from his body, and swept his gaze across his surroundings.
An exhausted Sequence 9, an unconscious Sequence 8, a dying Nightmare, and a severely wounded Spirit Medium.
Of course, there was also the Beyonder before him who had emerged from the shadows. A cruel smile curled Ince Zangwill's lips. He tossed the Silver-Black Longsword aside and prepared to use his Gatekeeper powers to kill this assassin who had overestimated himself.
"You know nothing about Outer Deity pathways." Nimrod, however, moved closer to Ince Zangwill and whispered with a smile, uttering a single word in Ancient Hermes:
"Exchange."
Ince Zangwill hesitated for