The B-Rank assassin was breathing heavily, but a manic, arrogant smirk was plastered across his face. The crushing pressure of his grandfather's aura was gone, and he was back in his element.
He was an elite killer of the Sihue bloodline. He wasn't going to be made a fool of by an E-Rank kid's magical parlor tricks.
To his right, the shadows distorted. Zenith blurred into existence having escaped the two guards, he didn't kill them... he would not do so unless they were a threat or he was ordered to do so.
Its razor-sharp talons slashing a lethal, horizontal arc aimed perfectly at Enji's throat.
Enji's eyes narrowed. His agility was phenomenal. He dropped to a low crouch, dodging the decapitating strike by a mere inch. As Zenith's arm passed over his head, Enji lunged upward, driving his purple-mana-coated dagger directly into the phantom's exposed armpit.
The blade sank deep into the dark mana, but Zenith didn't show any kind of reaction... because It didn't feel pain.
