Silence filled the surroundings.
Ash stood there, dressed in the same red and black outfit, Eclipse resting firmly in his hands, his eyes filled with nothing but coldness.
....What's the assassin waiting for...?
He could sense nothing at all. There was no presence on the rooftop, no shift of aura, not even the faintest ripple of intent. Only the shadows and the glow of scattered lights of the festival.
...The only reason I can't feel anyone must be because the assassin is stronger than me...
Even knowing that, Ash had no intention of stepping back. He was not someone who would ever retreat from a fight. Fear did not exist in his heart, and hesitation never crossed his mind. What filled him instead was the simple will to fight and the sharper will to kill.
