How long has it been since I encountered Evil, and have these guys been twisted?
None of this was easy. A sharp blade gleamed in the arms of a man wearing a blue mask.
The man's eyes fixed on me — the eyes of a hunter who had found his prey.
"Who are you?"
I knew it wasn't the answer I wanted, but I asked it anyway to gauge his reaction.
"… … ."
The man didn't respond. Seeing that he made no hasty moves, I could tell he was a cautious type.
They were the most dangerous kind when faced as enemies.
I could feel it — even at this very moment, their encirclement was gradually tightening.
The mana in the surrounding area fluctuated wildly. Someone had cast a spell.
The loud noises from outside vanished as if they had never existed, and silence fell.
'Range-based magic… Is it a veil of silence?'
It was a spell that blocked out sound from the surrounding area. Simple yet practical — a magic often favored by assassins.
