Jared shot Vermilion Demon Lord a long, flat stare, the kind reserved for old friends who refused to behave. Then he exhaled through his nose; any protest would only feed the demon lord's theatrics.
A harsh voice cracked across the clearing, slicing through the momentary lull.
"Brats, you're far too cocky. Today the Shadowkill Trio will teach you how real assassins play."
Jared angled his shoulders toward the sound, skin prickling at the threat yet oddly calm inside the pulse of coming violence.
Before he could blink, three silhouettes broke from the treeline and shot forward in the same breath. They moved as though drawn by one wire, no stagger, no pause.
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