Jin coughed the dust that entered his lungs; he summoned his katana in his left hand and tightly gripped its sheath.
The dust that covered his surrounding area, he used it for a blind spot from the attacker.
However, his neck twitched, feeling the tingling cold that caressed his nape. Jin jumped from the dust out toward the yard with the dazzling blue sky above.
Another silver light shot toward the smoke blasted the area around it, and he darted toward the source.
'Who?'. Away from his place in between the left side of the palace, where a small forest resided, Jin caught the silhouette of a woman holding a bow and blended into nature.
His brows knitted, and he lifted his gaze, seeing dozens of silver lights raining down towards him.
'What's her Identity?'. Jin kicked the ground and approached the source of the attack.
Time slowed down as he witnessed an arrow nearing his middle brows—not just one, but several of them trailing down in a straight line.
