Michael's frown deepened as he processed the revelation that the assassin before him was indeed an angel of death. The shock was palpable on his face, and the assassin seemed to take amusement in it.
"Normally, encountering an angel of death would be your final moment," the assassin taunted, a smugness underlying his words. "But for you, I'll make an exception."
"Why?" Michael's curiosity pushed him to question, seeking understanding. However, before an answer came, the assassin's movement caught him off guard. In a blur of blue, the assassin appeared behind Michael. Reacting swiftly, Michael spun around, only to see the assassin swiftly retreat a few feet away.
"He's showing off," Ayag muttered, clearly unimpressed.