Chapter 217
A sly smile crept across my face as I met her gaze. "You sure about that?" I challenged, activating my Spectral Seal. Its glow shimmered softly, a subtle reminder of the power I held just beneath the surface. I’d held back before entering the Sky Tower, knowing the risks, but now I was ready to turn the tables.
Jane’s eyes didn’t show any immediate sign of approaching me, so I decided to push her further. I leaned into the provocation, voice dripping with mock confidence. "Don’t hold yourself back— you might regret it later."
Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"
I let the silence stretch before answering, my smirk widening. "The last time I killed someone, it was because they underestimated me." I kept my tone light, but the underlying warning was clear—she shouldn’t dismiss me too easily.
Her expression hardened, and the once playful smile vanished, replaced by a sharp glare. "You asked for it," she declared, suddenly discarding her robe in a fluid motion.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the tattoo etched prominently in the center of her chest, just below her neck—a fierce lion. The emblem of the Scar’s Pride Society.
A surge of curiosity and caution washed over me. Why was someone from Scar’s Pride Society here, in the Sky Tower, of all places? That society was known for cooperating with Rogues.
Jane’s voice cut through my thoughts as she prepared herself. "Let’s start," she said, her gaze narrowing as the weapons behind her began to shimmer and shift. At least twenty of them—mostly swords and axes—hovered ominously, all pointing in my direction.
She regarded me with a dismissive smirk, her tone dripping with condescension. "Since you’re interesting, I’ll allow you to make the first move," she said, her voice echoing with a superiority that made it clear she saw me as no more than a distraction. Her mana-infused weapons shimmered like a curtain of deadly intent, shielding her completely. There was no visible opening—no way to slip past her defenses.
I held her gaze. "If you say so," I replied, activating my Serenade of Daggers. Instantly, the daggers I have floated in the air around me.
Jane’s laughter rang out, a sharp, mocking sound. "Pfft! Hahaha!" she scoffed, watching my weapons with amusement.
Seizing the moment, I launched my daggers toward her. In an instant, they multiplied—hundreds of blades swirling through the air, a storm of daggers aimed directly at her.