When Number 21 smashed the suspicious altar, and half of the assassins led by Olivier collapsed unconscious at that moment—
At the same time, a similar change occurred to the assassin confronting Seongjin.
Thud, clang!
The woman who had been fiercely clashing swords with him suddenly lost strength and slumped to the floor.
Stab!
Without missing the opportunity, Seongjin drove his walnut cracker into her neck and, while catching his breath, watched the life slowly drain from her eyes.
‘Did Number 21 manage to do something?’
She had been a formidable opponent. He even suspected that the soul controlling their bodies was that of a veteran who had honed assassination skills for a lifetime.
‘But since it wasn’t their original body, the limits of their aura layer were also clear.’
If both had similar amounts of aura, he was confident that he wouldn’t lose in terms of aura manipulation skill.
Of course, if the opponent had switched bodies beyond the second, to the third or fourth, he wasn’t sure what the outcome would have been.
After confirming that there were no more hostile presences nearby, Seongjin followed Number 21’s presence and moved toward the basement.
‘This… looks like a well-established base?’
Along the long corridor, he could see food storage, armories, and lodgings on both sides. Judging by the worn-out state of the facilities, these people had likely been operating here for a long time.
He also had a hunch about their identity.
‘The Breath of Kaya.’
He had once learned in detail from Dasha about the lineage of assassin groups operating in…