***
"The assassin has no idea that he's fighting the Daemon!"
Lothar, loud as always, commentated on the obvious.
He was wildly floating about, his eyes glued to the massive projection.
"Would Xenos use this to his advantage, I wonder? Or will he just kill the assassin for interrupting their fight?!"
John, meanwhile, didn't look at the assassin at all.
His eyes were fixed only on the boy with white hair and the amused grin.
"...what crazy thing will you do next, Xenos?"
***
The Daemon, the plant-covered figure that mirrored Xenos, was locked in a brutal clash with the masked assassin, dust blowing up in waves around them, daggers slashing through vines.
Indeed, Xenos could've easily used this assassin to end the Daemon, but...
He seemed to have no thoughts of doing that; rather, he stood off to the side, his hands behind his back, with his gaze lowered to the ground, seemingly lost in thought.
Right, Xenos wasn't at all interested.
At the end of a sigh, he shrugged.
