"You did It, Leader!" the girl yelled with a smile, pumping a fist in the air as the smoke billowed.
The leader didn't share the celebration. Her eyes were narrowed slits, scanning the debris.
"Don't forget he's one of the five. If he's taken down this easily, he won't be recognized," the leader snapped at her group. Her gaze remained fixed on the smoke, her hands moving in a blur as two more daggers materialized in her grasp.
Her mind raced, calculating the odds. 'He has the Warrior Bloodline. With my Assassin Bloodline, I can keep up. I hope.'
From within the gray cloud, a chilling sound echoed.
"Hehehe."
"Huh?!"
Everyone was stunned, staring as the smoke swirled and parted. Austin walked out, his stride casual. There was not a single scratch on him. Surrounding his body was a faint, shimmering distortion—a transparent armor created from his own condensed spirit energy.
