Chapter 66: Assassins
Although Asher understood that the True Awakening was a trial of survival, he had no intention of spending the entire duration in retreat. Constantly fleeing for six hours would leave him on the defensive, offering no tactical advantage, a risk far too great to ignore.
With that thought, the moment his feet touched the ground, he propelled himself forward, slicing through the air as his form surged in the direction from which the arrow had been fired.
His eyes narrowed, and his senses sharpened, scanning through the swirling smoke and lingering flames from the explosion.
Though darkness veiled the entire forest, Asher saw everything within his Omni Perception with crystal clarity, each detail illuminated as if under the midday sun. Beyond the bounds of his Omni Perception, his vision subtly adjusted to the shadows, adapting seamlessly to the natural gloom.
Pain flared violently from his wound, a searing explosion across his nerves, but Asher paid it no mind. His focus had narrowed to a singular, all-consuming intent: Kill.
Within the range of his Omni Perception, two figures emerged. One, a nimble archer, was already vaulting toward another tree. The other surged forward, daggers gleaming in hand, closing the distance with deadly intent.
’Assassins,’ Asher thought coldly.
As the dagger-wielding assassin lunged forward, his blade snapped toward Asher’s eyes, gleaming with murderous intent. But Asher merely sidestepped, effortlessly slipping past the strike. He didn’t retaliate, at least not directly. Instead, his body blurred forward, leaving the assassin behind as he sprinted toward the archer.
A flicker of confusion crossed the assassin’s face, its mind barely beginning to register the anomaly.
But it never got the chance to understand.
In a flash of silver, Virelass moved of its own accord, carving through the assassin’s neck in a single, fluid stroke.