Outside the glass window, the garden was overgrown with vines, dilapidated and gloomy, the river flowed darkly, reflecting starlight, while the nearby houses radiated a warm and cozy glow.
Everything was extremely quiet, as if welcoming the arrival of night.
Trissy individual features were not particularly delicate, but whose beauty was exceptional when put together, withdrew her gaze, walked quickly to the coat rack, and took down a black robe with a hood.
She quickly put on the clothes, buttoned them up, tightened the belt, and turned up the hood, transforming herself into an Assassin.
Trissy raised her right hand and wiped it across her face, instantly blurring and obscuring her features hidden by the hood.
Immediately afterwards, she reached into a hidden pouch at her waist and pulled out a handful of shimmering, fluorescent powder, which she then sprinkled on herself in accordance with an incantation.
Trissy's figure began to disappear inch by inch, her outline as if drawn with a pencil and then completely erased by an eraser.
Having successfully made herself invisible, she silently left the bedroom, went to the room opposite, and pushed open the window that had no security bars.
With a light leap, Trissy stood on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn behind the building, down at the iron fence that was almost blending into the Evernight, and down at " Corpse Collector " Frye who was quietly climbing over the wall.
She took a breath and fell like a feather, landing silently on the lawn.
Wearing a black trench coat and carrying a specially made revolver, Frye, with his high nose and thin lips, cautiously looked around, searching for Wraith or Evil Spirit that might appear.
He can see these things directly!
Trissy silently approached Frye, circled behind him, and suddenly produced a dagger painted with "black paint" in her hand.
puff!
She moved with lightning speed, plunging the dagger into Frye's lower back in an instant.
But at that moment, what she saw suddenly shattered, like an illusion.
Trissy found herself still standing on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn and the iron fence.
Outside the walls, however, there was no longer only " Corpse Collector " Frye, but also Leonard Mitchell, and Dunn Smith. It was as if invisible ripples were spreading out around this captain of the Nighthawks.
Trissy's pupils contracted, realizing that it had all been a dream, and she had fallen asleep without even realizing it!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leonard and Frye fired a total of three shots, accurately hitting the invisible target who seemed not yet awakened from his dream.
Snap!
Trissy's silhouette emerged, first cracking open, then turning into fragments, into rough-surfaced shards of a silver mirror!
Inside the house, she used Substitution Technique, turned around and ran quickly down the corridor and stairs to the first floor.
A mournful wind howled through the air, so cold it could freeze you to death, and invisible, transparent figures wandered aimlessly and numbly in every corner.
Having lost her invisibility, Trissy's body temperature dropped slightly with each of these ghostly beings she passed through. By the time she finally reached the altar, she was shivering uncontrollably.
The altar was a round table, with a statue of a deity carved from white bones placed in the center.
The statue is the size of a normal adult male's head, with only the vague outlines of its eyebrows and eyes, suggesting it is an exceptionally beautiful woman.
Her hair stretched from her head to her ankles, each strand distinct and thick, like a venomous snake or a tentacle.
And at the tip of each hair, there is an eye, sometimes closed, sometimes open, densely packed together.
Around this eerie statue were numerous roughly made Puppet Puppet, each bearing a name and corresponding information, such as Joyce Meyer.
Three candles sat on the round table, their dim, greenish flames flickering in the cold, howling wind.
Trissy bowed to the statue and began chanting incantations rapidly.
Then, she pushed the Puppet aside, extinguished the candle, and picked up the idol.
Ugh!
The wind suddenly became fierce, causing the tightly closed windows to shake violently.
Clang! Crash! Glass shattered one after another, and a cold, lifeless wind blew in all directions.
As soon as he circled around to the other side, Frye, who dared not recklessly enter the altar area, suddenly shivered. He felt his blood getting cold and frosty, and his movements becoming noticeably slower.
Just then, his ankle tightened, as if it were being firmly gripped by something invisible.
An even colder feeling spread upwards from the point of contact. Any other Sequence 9 Beyonder would have been paralyzed and stiffened, but Frye, as a " Corpse Collector," was no stranger to similar states.
He turned his revolver around, aimed it at the side of his ankle, and pulled the trigger, as if he could see who the enemy was and where he was.
Bang!
A silver Demon Hunting Bullets pierced the wind, accompanied by a mournful cry.
The invisible Specter dissipated, and Frye regained his ability to move freely.
On the other side, Dunn Smith, who wanted to climb to the second floor to avoid the altar, was also frozen by the outward-spreading, chilling wind and stopped outside the broken window.
Whoosh! The dark curtains behind the window suddenly billowed up, enveloping Dunn like Monster opening its mouth to devour its prey.
Dunn's head was immediately wrapped in a curtain that seemed to come alive, the curtain tightening until it outlined his mouth and nose.
In a state of near suffocation, Dunn stepped down with both feet, straightened his knees, and twisted his waist and back, managing to tear the curtain apart with brute force.
He grabbed the corner of the curtain covering his head with his left hand, pulled it down, and threw it to the ground.
Bang!
He raised his hand and fired a shot at the half-curtain that was still trying to cover the window from behind.
The curtain froze instantly, and a deep red stain quickly seeped out.
Ugh!
On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, was also affected by the chilling wind that carried a strong sense of death, causing his teeth to chatter and making it difficult for him to speak for a brief moment.
Just then, the tattered and tangled vines suddenly spread out and wrapped around his ankles, and a dark shadow also came crashing down on him with the outward-spreading gust of wind.
Leonard, whose body was slightly stiff, didn't have time to fire, so he quickly pulled his shoulder and raised his arm.
Thud! The dark shadow struck his forearm, causing its sharp spikes to pierce his skin.
It was just a delicate, bright red flower, its origin unknown.
Leonard winced in pain and flung the flower, now stained with his own blood, aside.
Bang! He fired a shot at the vines that were wrapping around him, releasing dark red sap.
Thump, thump, thump! Leonard strode forward, rushing towards the altar on the first floor and towards the broken window.
The vines that had been standing there suddenly receded, as if avoiding something unseen.
Trissy used the chaos caused by destroying the altar and interrupting the ritual to become invisible once again, successfully deceiving the Spirit Vision and escaping the encirclement to reach the rear of the three Nighthawks.
She stretched out her right hand, and a cold wind blew by, carrying the flower stained with Leonard's blood into her palm.
Trissy didn't linger. Clutching the flowers, she nimbly vaulted over the iron fence and fled towards the Tussock River.
Just then, Leonard, who was about to enter the first floor, suddenly turned his head, as if listening to something.
His expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly pulled up his sleeve to look at the wound that had been pricked by the flowers.
Given his physical condition, the bleeding had already stopped, with only slight redness and swelling.
Leonard's expression darkened, and he suddenly gripped his left index finger, forcefully pulling the nail off!
His face instantly Distortion with pain, but his movements did not stop. He muttered something to himself as he scratched open the congealed wound with his fingernail, staining it with dark red blood. Then he plucked a few strands of hair and wrapped them around his fingernail.
On the Tussock River, Trissy slowed her pace and turned her gaze to the flowers she held in her hand.
She muttered something to herself, and suddenly a black, ethereal flame shot out from her palm.
The flames enveloped the flower, and it truly burned, reducing the flower to ashes.
After doing all this, Trissy stepped into the river and sank into the water.
At the same time, Leonard threw out a blood-stained fingernail entangled in hair, watching it land in a corner, burst into flames, and emit a foul, acrid smell.
The fingernail, along with the hair, quickly disappeared, leaving only a speck of dust.
Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, climbed through the window onto the first floor, and said to Dunn and Frye, who were destroying the altar:
"The target escaped, thankfully. Our main objective has always been to stop the ritual."
Dunn sighed and looked at the many Puppet on the round table, saying:
"She was very vigilant and powerful, sensing our approach in advance; otherwise... she would at least be Sequence 7 Beyonder."
"Signal Klein and tell him to come over."
Through a brief encounter in a dream, he deduced that the enemy was a woman.
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