Kane had succeeded!
He had passed the trial!
"Hahaha! Yes!"
Seeing this, Anvil's worries vanished. With a wild laugh, he raised his warhammer and charged out after Kane.
Kane moved like a phantom, his speed so great he seemed to leave afterimages in his wake.
The Corruption Power had massively enhanced his speed, the most crucial attribute for an Assassin.
A gray-purple blade of energy materialized along the edge of his hand—the one missing a ring finger. Every swing was like the scythe of the Death God, viciously slicing across the throats of the goblins.
In the blink of an eye, three goblins who had just started to surround him collapsed in astonishment, clutching their gushing necks.
This terrifying sight shattered the other goblins' courage. They screamed and scrambled backward, their formation collapsing into chaos.
Combined with the slaves fleeing in every direction, the entrance to the camp devolved into utter pandemonium.
