Blades Beneath the Setting Sun
Steel rang sharply in the quiet training ground outside Fantom City.
The field where Victor and Videl once sparred together had become a battlefield.
Videl stood at the center of it.
Her long blonde hair swayed behind her like a banner as she stepped lightly across the grass. Her blue sapphire eyes remained calm, focused, almost cold.
Around her—
Several men lay scattered across the ground.
Some groaning.
Some unconscious.
Some too injured to move.
They were assassins.
And they had come prepared.
But they had underestimated the woman standing before them.
The last opponent remaining was a middle-aged man, his expression tense as mana crackled around his hands.
He wasn't weak.
In fact, he was stronger than the rest.
A mage capable of casting advanced spells.
"Die!"
He raised both hands.
Mana gathered instantly.
A blazing spell circle appeared.
Flames roared outward.
Videl's expression didn't change.
She stepped forward calmly.
