The masked man thrusted the knife forward. Suddenly, he heard the splitting sound of the air. The masked man snapped his head toward its direction and saw Lycan lunging at him with its mouth opened wide.
"You again?!"
This vessel was not as powerful as the last vessel. It had a very agile body and silent movement. But it didn't have any magic or combat skills at all. The masked man couldn't dodge quickly enough and Lycan jumped on his body.
Its mouth tore apart a large piece of the masked man's shoulder. Blood curved in the air like a fountain.
The masked man stumbled backwards and fell on his butt.
The assassin's knife pierced through the chest of the masked man. Pain flooded his brain. Even though this was merely a puppet he controlled, he still felt it clearly.
The masked man turned his head back to see Siderius' cold eyes staring back at him.
"You? You were never asleep did you?"
