Now that the other assassin was down, only one remained.He stumbled backward, toward the right side of the room, and pulled a mysterious object from his pocket.
It shimmered in light green, etched with glowing golden symbols that pulsed with unknown energy.The woman's face twisted in confusion—but she didn't retreat.In fact, her entire posture shifted. Calm. Focused. Dangerous.
"If you use that artifact, you know both of us will suffer severe injuries," she said coldly.
"I don't give a damn about this life," he snarled."We founded this guild to destroy anyone who stands in our way. Whether I die here or not—there will always be another ready to fight."
His deep blue eyes shifted—glowing into a vivid jade green.His expression blurred, like a puppet under a spell.Even without words, I could feel the death sentence etched into his mind—aimed at us.
To my left, Acno lay motionless—eyes shut, barely breathing.The odds were clearly against us.
The woman, however, didn't panic.Her silence hinted that she had a plan—but wasn't ready to share it.
The assassin stepped forward—slowly, deliberately.We instinctively stepped back—but our backs met the cold, hard wall.His left hand started glowing.
And then came the woman's warning:"If you don't dodge what comes next… death will find you."
My eyes frantically scanned the room for an escape.Only two options:
The door we came through.
The window—directly behind the enemy.
Neither seemed promising.
My breath became shallow. My vision blurred.We were trapped—cornered by a member of the Assassin Guild.Only a strong skill could save me now.
But the only ability I had… was Intention Reader.It wasn't much. But it was something.
I activated the skill.
The skill Intention Reader has been used.Intention of your opponent: Attack the woman.
My heart dropped.The empty revolver near my feet caught my eye.The room filled with cold tension. The woman's expression shifted into confusion.
If he targeted her first, I would be next.We couldn't run—not while Acno was down.This was either life… or death.
Suddenly, the enemy's footsteps halted.His arm rose—and with it, a blinding beam of light launched through the air.
The woman dove to the right.
I didn't wait. I dashed forward—straight at him—and swung my left fist toward his face.
I remembered the combat lesson: A magical punch flows through both strength and mana. Channel it.I poured everything into the attack.
A dark fog erupted from my palm as it neared his chin.