Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Escaping the illusion, Mana cast the Dance of Light Spell, illuminating the only bright color in this desolate scene, as Malin approached the young man sitting with his face upturned, who had an eye on his forehead, yet surprisingly, the back of his head was intact.

Extending his left hand, Malin stirred the gunshot wound with his fingers and found a crossbow bolt, which came as a surprise. It was so, no one around heard a gunshot, and Malin marveled at the professionalism of the assassin as he withdrew his hand.

Mana took out a bottle of Holy Water, and cleaned Malin’s left hand.

Out of professional habit, Malin performed a soul-scolding, but no traces of any soul Purification emerged. The Spiritual Bodies of the deceased had vanished—they would usually linger at the scene for a while, either unable to believe they were dead or already marching on a path twisted and distorted.

But the souls of these two young men were gone.

Could it be that this assassin also mastered the Spell Formations of death, directly purifying or binding away the souls of the dead?

True professional, Malin came up to another assassin, who was face-down on the table. This middle-aged man had a dagger stabbed into his back, which Malin pulled out— it was coated with toxins, not only on the blade but also on the handle. The type of poison was unknown, probably a surprise left for the discoverers. However, for Malin, it just caused a slight tingling in his palm, nothing more.

Having clapped himself to remove the toxins, pushing the uncomfortable feeling out of his body, Malin confirmed the make of the dagger—it was a standard-issue dagger of the Northern Kingdom’s army, a design that had barely changed over hundreds of years, except for minuscule differences. Malin couldn’t even tell its era.

So it was impossible to confirm whose it was—absolutely no distinguishing features. Malin could only hope that the officers or Carter Robinson could recognize from which era it came.