The barrier the four assassins made rapidly collapsed, and faded away as soon as the last of the them was killed.
As Anastasia stared at the corpse of the last assailant before her, her lips couldn't help but twitch in a chilling smile.
'So, who is the architect of this fine piece of work?' she thought to herself.
'Could it be 'her'?' she thought of a certain someone, but soon blew the thought away. The person she thought of wasn't nearly smart enough, nor nearly meticulous enough to pull this off.
Plus, the architect would have to be of considerable influence both in the outside world, and in the institute to be able to pull this mockery of an assassination attempt off. After all, there was no way the assailants would know where she would be, if they weren't tipped off about the mission she took now could they?
But then again, it could be the work of a diviner, or one of those godforsaken seers, so she couldn't be sure.
