Theron's gaze flickered. He had already known that whoever dared to try to assassinate someone here of all places would be extremely powerful before he even got here. But he knew he had to come regardless.
BANG.
He leaned back as hard as he could, circulating [Shadow Step] to flicker away and dissipate some of the damage, but it still felt as though a falling meteor had hit him right in the chest.
Theron was sent flying, his body whistling through the air with a savage momentum, so fast he hardly felt the difference between the time his chest collapsed and his back slammed against a wall so sturdy it had not the slightest bit of give to it.
Blood spurted from his mouth in a mist, vaporizing with its own speed.
Theron slid down the wall and almost collapsed, but just barely managed to catch himself on the balls of his feet, his senses still peeled and focused on his surroundings.
The pupils of the assassin constricted into pinholes. A Gold Mancer survived her attack? Impossible.
