She thrust a blood–stained dagger into the table.
Jasiel stared at it intently, and he realized it was Josh’s dagger.
Jasiel, on the other hand, had no time to worry about the dagger’s owner. He fixed his snake–like eyes on Isabelle. He was replaying her moves in his mind.
Her fighting style was eerily similar to that of Blood Shadow...
Flying Shadow leaned against the wall in agony, his left wrist pouring blood, exposing veins and even bone.
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