Aziz's lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
"Tch. What a pain," he said, walking forward slowly. "You really made me work for it."
Stomp!
Stomp!
As he got closer, the figure didn't move.
Aziz stopped right in front of it.
He frowned.
Something felt off.
"…Hm?"
He kicked the dark figure lightly with his foot.
The moment his foot touched it, the body collapsed inward. Then dispersed. It was a spell called Grim Mirage.
It vanished like smoke, dissolving into shadows that faded into the air.
Aziz's eyes widened.
"What—?!"
A sharp, cold presence surged from the smoke behind him. He didn't hear any footsteps. And he was tired as well.
So he was late to react.
Amon appeared out of the smoke.
His body was ruined. Burned. Bloody. Barely standing. But his eyes, they were clear.
Focused. They were cold. A huge grin stretched across his face. Amon didn't hesitate.
