Whack. Thwack. Stab.
The two remaining Sorcerers never stood a chance. They had relied on distance, believing spell range and quick casting would keep them safe long enough to overwhelm the assassins before danger closed in. From their perspective, everything should have worked.
Instead, all they saw were two fleeting shadows, graceful and beautiful afterimages slipping through space faster than thought itself. A heartbeat later, the battlefield fell silent.
They were already dead.
"Damn… they're good."
The watching players stared openly now. The masked girls stood calmly amid the aftermath, their posture composed, their presence cold and untouchable. Even without seeing their faces, the combination of elegance and lethal precision made them unforgettable. Few people expected female players to deliver such overwhelming damage, let alone dismantle an entire mercenary squad in seconds.
