From the shadows, a dozen assassins emerged.
Their dark attire and head wraps, styled in the traditional fukumen fashion around their faces, made them one with the darkness itself.
Unless one possessed heightened perception, it was nearly impossible to spot attacks from these extremely trained covert operatives.
Unfortunately for them, both Ilya and Rune were awakened intermediate tier.
They could heighten their perception with the help of their auras.
Ilya could see that among the dozen assassins who materialized from the night's thick blanket, there were a few awakened. And she could sense that even the ones who weren't awakened were not to be taken lightly.
Their teamwork. Their formations. The swiftness with which they adjusted tactics according to their target's fighting style.
Ilya had found it extremely dreadful earlier when she'd escaped from their clutches barely alive and made it out of the enclave, only to be tailed by them relentlessly.
