"Tch!"
Victor twisted his body at the final moment, preventing the blade from cutting deeper. The Stigma around his neck immediately illuminated. Demonic energy flooded into the wound, rapidly healing and closing the flesh.
At the same time, with the activation of his [Stigma], the right side of Victor's body distorted. Black demonic flesh spread over his arm and shoulder, forming a monstrous claw covered in strange markings.
After stabilizing his body, he slowly turned around and looked at his assailant.
"You are..."
At that moment, his expression changed.
A woman stood several meters away. She wore a tight black leather suit that moved naturally with her slender frame. Her hair was as dark as ink, with faint green highlights running through it. Two emerald daggers rested in her hands.
Her beautiful face carried no warmth. Only coldness. Like a flower whose petals concealed deadly thorns.
