The blood-red shadow behind Lann moved silently.
No heartbeat, no breath, not even footsteps.
It moved like air, merely shaped like a human.
With such complete silence, even a Demon Hunter, despite their keen senses, should not sense anything.
Yet, as the blood-red figure approached step by step, Lann crouched on the ground, inspecting the corpse's clues.
The sharp dagger in the blood shadow's left hand slowly lifted, seemingly poised to stab down into the Demon Hunter's neck...
"!?"
The Demon Hunter, who had been examining the cuts on the corpse with his fingers, reacted suddenly like a startled feline.
His crouched body abruptly lunged forward, then with a push of his palm on the ground, performed an exceedingly fluid low flip—now the Hunter and blood shadow faced each other.
The dagger in the blood shadow's hand sliced through the air, leaving only a subtle 'swish' as it cut through.
