The remaining two figures froze as they watched their companion die before their eyes. Only a moment ago, the three of them had been confident that the newcomer was nothing more than an easy target.
Yet, before they could even release their attacks, one of their companions had been killed in a single strike.
Their confidence vanished, replaced by a fear that spread through their bodies and left their limbs trembling.
"RUN!"
The third figure, who had been acting as their lookout, screamed at the top of his voice before turning around and fleeing without another glance at his companion.
He no longer cared about anything. At that moment, all he wanted was to escape with his life.
Unfortunately, his decision came too late.
A sharp whistling sound suddenly echoed behind him, cutting through the darkness and reaching his ears before he could take more than a few steps.
The figure wielding the dagger had barely registered the grim situation when the same sound entered his ears.
