Chapter 9 - 1 Part 9: Showdown of the Strongest
From the shadows, a figure emerged—swift as death, silent and precise. A murmur escaped its lips, "Storm Swordsmanship Style: Line Drive."
A silent, deadly blue line crept behind the aging Ren Restes like a phantom, followed by a cold, sharp whisper, "Checkmate."
The assassin aimed a dagger at Ren's vital spots on his back. Noticing the incoming strike, Ren merely smirked and quipped, "Nice try, Sweety." Yet, beneath the surface, the assassin sensed that something was amiss.
Clang...
Just as the assassin's dagger was poised to deliver its fatal invitation into Ren's back. A dagger, thrown from a shadowed distance by an unknown hand with lethal precision. The assassin uttered, "What the..."
In that suspended heartbeat of time, the assassin's instincts ignited like wildfire. His eyes narrowed as he pivoted almost imperceptibly, redirecting his momentum to parry the glinting projectile with her own blade. The clashing steel sent sparks dancing in the air.
The assassin retreated towards Commander Darius location with a catious gazed, she thought to herself, "She's dangerous." as she smirked, "Hey princess, you should sleep be asleep by now."
At that very moment, Cero Restes appeared—calmly advancing with a relaxed grip on the dagger he held. As he moved, he thought to himself, "She's fast." Locking eyes with the assassin in a calculated gaze, he stated, "Is this how the South greet with a dagger? My name is Cero Restes."
The assassin's face was an enigma beneath the mask she wore, revealing only the piercing depth of her monolid eyes, framed by the striking pink cosmetics. Her hair, woven into a single braid, trailed down her back.