"There's not much to say," Azrael said to Harin indifferently, his eyes narrowing. "How about I send you to meet them so you can ask them yourself?"
As Azrael spoke, he activated the Wings of Wind, and since the distance between them was only fifty meters, he appeared behind Harin in an instant.
"After all, hearing from them in person would be much better than listening to us."
As Azrael's voice reached Harin's ears from behind, the man's eyes widened in disbelief.
But before he could turn around, a sharp sword light flashed, and the blade of Fallen Star cleaved his body cleanly into two.
However, instead of blood spraying from the wound, both halves of Harin's body turned into a mass of black smoke and disappeared once again.
Azrael had already seen this technique before, so this time, he wasn't the least bit flustered.
Instead, he sneered and his eyes flashed with a deep violet glow.
The next second—
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! — — — — —
