Kapitel 216: The Black Lake

From the darkness, they emerged like apparitions, their gray faces cold as a Winter's breeze. Silent like a shadow, they moved in tandem with each other. 

Nia had been the first to arrive like a mirage of fog, catching Halvic off guard by the wrist with her spear.

Halvic returned to himself then, pulled by awe from the fog that clouded the mind. He thundered a wail that shook the earth, lifting dust from below, when he saw the glint of a spear's tip twist towards his throat. He panicked, reeling back to Alyssa's knee, cracking his skull open from the rear, propelling forward. 

Tears pooled like hot tar from his eyes as Nia's spear entered through the mouth, running him through without hesitation. He stiffened, gargling over the blade that did not quite kill him yet. 

Try as he could, he couldn't understand why he didn't sense anyone. He couldn't sense his foe's footsteps, her spear, or the one who struck him from behind.