His movements were completely erratic, unpredictable and violent—not human at all.
In the middle of the chaos stood Jin, his body surrounded by dusts. His clothes were singed, and his fists glowed, ready to strike. Beside him stood Elysia, calm yet fierce. She held sword, one in each hand, her stance firm like a flowing river ready to flood.
Despite the danger, Elysia's eyes were sharp. She dodged an assassin's spinning attack and slashed in a quick, precise arc. Her blade sliced cleanly through the assassin's arm, sending it flying through the air.
The assassin didn't even scream. He just laughed—high and broken—as if he felt nothing.
"Get back!" Elysia shouted, turning her head toward the students who had gathered nearby. Her voice was filled with urgency and warning. "This guy… he is not normal!"
